Can't hardly believe it myself. April 2nd we will be boarding a flight right here in good ole' Moline, Illinois to go pick up our 3rd child. A little boy, 3 years old, cute as a button with a personality (I'm sure) to match. Very awesome.
Seems surreal at this point, to be quite honest. We've been waiting for this day for 19 weeks. In some respects it's gone by so completely fast, but in others it's been soo, so, so so so long. Thanks for sharing all of that with us!
2 weeks. 2 weeks, can you believe it? Zach popped open his 15-year-old Glenlivet in celebration (thanks Frank and Emily) and I uncorked (ok, who am I kidding, it was already uncorked) a 1-year-old Barefoot Merlot. Sheer class.
On that really, really, good note. We are busy bringing the rest of our furniture upstairs. Did I mention the carpet is down? Sweet arse is all it is.