Saturday morning began just as every other morning with this ritual, however, Momma had to run back upstairs to Nicky's room to retrieve his Nemo vitamin and a different shirt to wear. By the time I had returned, Nicky had decided to help Momma in a (bless his heart) dreaded way. By wiping himself. I returned to find a sweet, angelic face, smiling up at me, with a handful of toilet paper (the other end trailing into the toilet), saying "Nikita paper!". It was then that I looked around him and noticed the (brown) smears all over the walls around him; on the toilet seat; the toilet itself; and down his own legs and up his arms. All I could do was sigh, take the toilet paper out of his hand, and clean up the mess. I told him thank you for trying to help Momma, but next time to wait until Momma was there to make sure he didn't get too much paper. Needless to say, the toilet was clogged the rest of the day (Daddy was at the fire station and Momma don't plunge!). Oh well...just more proof that Nicky is teaching us parents far more life lessons than we ever would have learned without him!
That being said, one year ago today, we officially accepted Nicky as our "referral"...hard to believe that it's only been one year! Here are the pictures we received from our agency when they first told us about him...he's changed quite a bit, that's for sure! These pictures were taken in the "music" room, which was also the room in which we first met Nicky. (He had just turned two.) Along with these pictures, we received a brief (2 page) medical history, which really didn't tell us anything but his age and his measurements, along with the few ailments he had previously had (cold/cough, rash) and that he was living in St Petersburg.
I found this picture (below) from the Russian adoption registry. Nicky was probably at least 14 months old when it was taken...it's the closest thing we'll ever have to a "baby" picture of him.