It's official (again) or rather, it's ohioan

Earlier this afternoon, the family headed to the Franklin County courthouse to meet with a magistrate (a very nice woman named Nancy). We had an appointment at the probate court in downtown Columbus to jump through one last hoop, lest the approval of two national governments should not suffice. Basically, it was Ohio's "thumbs up" that we are a family, and will generate a stateside (Ohio) birth certificate for eaw. It ended up being a really nice experience. The magistrate, representing the probate judge, took us into a hearing room, swore in mtw and myself, and informed us the session would be recorded for formal documentation. I would love to get my hands on our legal transcription as eaw offered a few "ooohs," "uh-ohs," and a well timed laugh to coincide with one of mtw's humorous comments. He even passed gas a few times - how do you transcribe that? [baby farts - ppffffttttt]. We apparently passed with flying colors, and eaw charmed the courthouse workers with his waves and smiles. The magistrate ended the interview with the statement that we were a match made in heaven. Heaven indeed, and thank heaven for little boys.