We are a married couple who adopted our little Russky, Nikita {aka Nicky, Nicky noodle, little man, Nikoli, the Nickster, crazy dude, goofball, puppy love, etc...you get the picture!} from St Petersburg, Russia four years ago. Join us as we stumble through the joys and perils of parenthood, while our son teaches us a few things along the road...



4.14.2009

Nikita Paper!

Here we go folks, another post about ocaccalo! I figured it had been a while, and many of you had been wondering how Nicky was doing in that department, so here is the official update! Are you ready? Are you on the edge of your seats? Are you over the moon with excitement and just can't take it anymore?! Ok - so it's not that exciting, and quite frankly, the topic is pretty gross, but we all do it, so whatever. No, Nicky is not "solid" yet. Yes, each and every time is still explosive (yuck!). The difference is, I have figured out his "schedule" and have come to realize that as long as he gets his probiotic each morning, then he will go each morning. So, that's what we do. Every day his day begins the same - with a nice long communal on Momma and Daddy's potty! It seems to work quite well. We don't have to deal with the throwing away of the pajamas and bedsheets and the morning shower and Nicky gets "tew treats" for being a "big boy" and going on the potty!

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.

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