Just to catch you up some - This was me the first day Mom brought me home from my birth parents. I was only 8 1/2 weeks old, but I was already almost 10 lbs. Which makes me a really big boy, for a mini-whoodle!My mom wanted me in her life sooooo bad, that she woke up really early one day so she could come and meet me. First, she traveled on a local bus that took her to the subway. Then she took the subway all the way to the end of the line, and got on a shuttle bus. The shuttle bus, helped her get to a really big bus, which drove her across many cities and many towns. When that big bus had taken her as far as it could, she got on another bus! and travelled even farther! - as far as *that bus* could go! And then, after all of that travelling, she climbed into a taxi, and the taxi driver, brought her the rest of the way so that *finally* we got to meet!!! ... *pants*
I liked meeting my mom. She was so happy to play with me and all of my other brothers and sisters (and with my birth parents and their friends too)... But I kinda got concerned for a bit when it looked like even though Mom was happy to meet all of us, that it looked like she was going to leave without me! And that juss didn't feel like that was what was supposed to happen. But, since I can't control people and what they are going to do, I juss carried on being myself, and rolled around, doing summersaults, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again (hey, it's a fun thing to do - it makes you all silly and wobbly!). An I was having so much fun, taking juss a little break from twirling every once in a while to nudge-bug my sister, to see what she would do, that I didn't even realize Mom had been watching me, an before I knew it, Mom was picking me up an asking me if I wanted to come home with her! I was like "well, yeah!" (duh! *tilts head*).
