Day 3 - Dinner at Mickey Ds with Justin Bieber with a theme of reassurance

Not even four hours into parenthood, we got to learn what Justin Bieber sounds like. Not surprisingly, Mike really doesn't like it. I don't, either. It's not really too different from New Kids, though. (A coworker pointed that out, and she was right.) Is this is someone paying me back for making my mom listen to this song?



We also started to learn who Selena Gomez is and that McDonald's is a really big treat for a 10-year-old. Like, huge.

At dinner, Rosie munched happily on Big Macs, yes, plural. We ordered her a meal, and after finishing the sandwich said, "I'm really not into fries, can I have another sandwich?" We were a little doubtful she'd finish it, but we got her a second one--no pickle--because she hates pickles.  Mike teased as he ordered "do you mean extra pickles?" and she said "no" and then he said, "are you sure you don't want ketchup?" and she looked at him, with her beautiful, dark eyes and said, "Please don't push my buttons about this."

I wish I could convey her tone in writing. She didn't sound rude just assertive--surprisingly so for a young kid. I stifled a giggle as Mike explained he was teasing. In our family she'll get used to this. To be teased is to be loved. :-)
As the night progressed she asked us lots of questions, but her main concern is around what adoption means. She feels very insecure about what happens if we "can't handle her." So we reassured her that it's our job to "handle her" and that this is permanent. There's no going back. She looked down at her hands for a moment, then looked up at me and quietly said, "I'm really happy to have a family that wants me." I said, "we're very happy to have a daughter."

She smiled. We all smiled. After that, she discovered Mike cell phone had video games and the Internet, and her attention shifted. That was OK, too. She's taking a lot in and needs her breaks.