Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth…

13 12 2010

Today we finalized Little Dude’s adoption.  This process is different in every state and for every type of adoption.  In Missouri we had to wait for six-months before we could petition the court.  We had to have all three post-placement visits complete.  Most importantly we had to have documentation from our agency.  Yes, documentation in a timely manner from an organization that cashed our final check about 9-months ago.  They have had 38 days to prepare the reports and send them to us.  After numerous emails and phone calls, we received the paperwork at 4:34 pm on Friday for our 8:15 am court date on Monday.  Technically this paperwork should have been filed with the court ahead of time.  Fortunately, the court took mercy on us… and that was before we even arrived.

This morning my children slept in… WHAT?  The upside of this was I was able to get dressed and brush my teeth without a toddler sized barnacle hanging on my leg because they were still sleeping.  Of course our goal was to leave the house by 7:30 at the latest due to the weekend’s snowstorm and the current freezing conditions.  At 7:12 I actually had to drag them out of bed to get them dressed.

We arrived at the courthouse late and our lawyer was sitting in the lobby waiting for us.  I just walked right past the security checkpoint… technicalities.  The security guard called me back and I got everyone’s coats off, my cell phone out of my pocket, diaper bag organized and everything loaded onto the conveyor belt to the X-ray machine.  Then I did walk straight to our lawyer.  It wasn’t until we were leaving that I noticed the ACTUAL metal detector we were supposed to WALK through.  I guess after watching the Gong Show that is our family at 8 am, the security guard knew I couldn’t possibly be organized enough to carry a weapon.

Court was extremely low key.  Which was a really, really good thing because both Little Dude and PJ insisted on taking the witness stand – with me.  The bailiff appeared a little concerned when I picked-up a paperclip from the desk and gave it to Little Dude to play with/chew on while I testified.  But then both PJ and Little Dude were being so loud and wild that he decided not to take the “toy” away from our son.

At one point the lawyer asked me, “And has Little Dude been in your continuous custody since you took custody of him?”  My answer, “Yes, 100% continuous custody.”    (Hey, I heard the Judge is retiring soon, maybe he will want to pick up a little cash by babysitting for us.)

After I (and Little Dude and PJ) had finished testifying it was SAG’s turn.  They swore him in and he took the stand.  Our lawyer said, “Well normally this question is just a formality, but in this case it may be relevant… Were you able to hear the testimony that your wife just provided?”

My husband and I are not exactly sentimental.  Special occasions come and go without us really noticing.  I did think we should document this morning’s important events for Little Dude’s sake, but the windchill factor was -15.

So here we are, in the car, after court, once again officially a family.

Beautiful blue sky and cold crisp air. Security checkpoint located directly in front of the doors.



2 responses

13 12 2010
Tonggu Momma

Congratulations! And I wouldn’t be organized that early in the morning either. Today – at 9 AM – I couldn’t correctly count out 23 cents to the cashier. She told me I needed coffee. She was right.

14 12 2010

big huge gigantic moment.
I AM a lawyer and was so discombobulated, I forgot to sign in and we were in the “family play room” and they never called our case. Sam was due for a nap and started raising holy hell…I started flipping out “why haven’t they called our case??” and asked the clerk. Oh, since I’m an atty, they expected me to be IN the courtroom and they called the case but I wasn’t there. Thank goodness the judge said he’d hear our case anyway.
But I have to admit, the court day was a bit of a let down, I had built it up so. What was REALLY the big day was the day we received Sam’s Illinois birth certificate in the mail. That was amazing. A piece of paper, a US piece of paper that says I’m the mama. ME.
Since that day 1 year ago, I have lost the BC…and am trying to figure out how to get another one before Sam realizes I have such little regard for these big important moments.

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