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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 Photoblog
A few weeks ago, M. Edium was home sick from school, and although he didn't want to get dressed, we were able to impose upon him to wear his bathrobe over his pajamas to keep warm in the house. This doesn't seem like a significant development, until you realize that the last time he allowed someone to put a robe on him, his limbs didn't work yet.
Luckily he was better in plenty of time for Easter yesterday. He's had his heart set on a Dinobot Transformer all week, and since there were only two of them at Target, he wasn't sure the Easter Bunny would be able to make it before they got snapped up.
But the big rabbit pulled it off. Trash and I are being careful not to lose the instructions to this one, because without them, we can sort of transform the toy T. Rex into a kind of lumpen combination of Nite Owl and Quasimodo and that's it.
One of our favorite things about being adoptive parents is having his birth mom come over every Easter morning. And not just because she brings him a lot more loot so we don't have to come up with nearly as much.
Just look at this little angel. He must be an angel, because that's the only explanation for what happened after the Easter egg hunt and breakfast: he said, "We need to go to church!" We were actually kind of amazed that he remembered the concept.
But with twenty minutes left before service started, what could we do besides put on decent clothes and head over there? Unlike the last time, he's since been to enough movies that he gets the concept of sitting quietly. Even if he can't quite pull it off.
Ah, well. The first thing every child learns in his or her spiritual education is that church is boring. In that sense, we're right on track. posted by M. Giant 9:22 AM 5 comments
Good god, I've been reading you since before there was even an M. Tiny, and now he's M. Edium! And so freaking CUTE!
OMG He is all grown up, isn't he? V. Cute.
Is someone punching M. Tiny in the first picture? I love how he's all dubious about the robe, even then.
Ha! It does look like I am punching him. I have no idea what I was actually doing - M. Giant?
Holy crap! That last photo is one of those where you can see the 20-year-old guy, waiting in the future. People in 2025 will look at it and say, "whoa, he looks just the same."