Six Years Ago Today

A mere twenty-four hours after getting the call, I made a call to put the husband and I officially on our definitive path to adding a specific human child to our wacky family.

With that call and, I seem to recall, the faxing of some signed paperwork, we were finally allowed to see our son's face. Thanks to the marvels of modern technology, we wouldn't have to wait for an overnight packet from FedEx. No, the husband and I got to see our kiddo together for the first time even though we were both still at work several miles away from each other thanks to the convenience of e-mail.

Here's what we saw:

He's got the look of a future misfit about him, doesn't he?

I've always suspected that this photo was taken at his one-month check-up appointment. We have what I believe are photos his foster family took the day he arrived in their care (as evidence by what appears to be a hospital or institute ID band around his little wrist), and he was much smaller in those photos than in this one.

We were lucky enough to get more photos:

With his foster mom, Mrs. Lee

The boy's first "chair" photo

Practically all children who are adopted through the Eastern Social Welfare Society have in their records at least one such "chair" photo, dubbed so because they're all posed seated in the exact same chair. If you ask an adoptive parent whose child was referred to Eastern about that child's chair photo, you won't have to explain yourself. Trust me.

Happy Photo Day!