On July 24th, Mason Probal celebrated his 2nd birthday. I can't believe my baby is 2. I had been dreading that day since we accepted his referral. I knew he wouln't be home by then, and I thought I was really going to be a wreck all day. It was tough, for sure. I thought about him all day, had really vivid dreams the night before about having him home, about having his shunt replaced, about a PT session. . . really vivid dreams.
It was very helpful to get information from Tami (our beloved social worker through Dillon) that the older kids' birthdays are recognized at the children's home. Plus, I worked a 12 hour shift that day and my lovely co-workers were fabulous. They tolerated having "The Story of India" on in the background all morning, we enjoyed Samosas for lunch, and was even given a little cake for the occassion. Love those folks. When I got home we sang Happy Birthday, had a piece of cake and the cupcakes that Aunt Dawn and Maddie made for the occassion, and went to bed. Not bad, overall. No major meltdown, and I don't even think I was insufferable to be around :)
Today we recieved the above great pics of our boy. I love how happy he looks, and I love the fact that he's standing even more! These pics were taken by a family who just picked up their little girl. We've kind of come full circle - when we were travelling to pick up Max Rup, we took pictures of their little girl! We remember her as the sleeping beauty - she didn't move the whole time we were there causing chaos :)
A couple of cute things:
* Max Rup has taken to calling me Mommy Poppins. I'm sure it's because I'm "practically perfect in every way" ;)
*He has also specified that he wants the RED Probal to come home - Mason is wearing a red shirt in Max's favorite pic of him :)