Current mood:

giggly

The times they are a-changin'
T-minus 15 hours until G-day. And things are all a-twitter at the Straus compound, west Asia division. We spent the morning getting the apartment as baby-proof as possible, and all afternoon looking at jars of Russian baby food. After weeding out the jars of horse and camel meat, we managed to get one jar of everything that resembled food that we would consider eating. Then we had to walk home with it. Fun.

I also had to spend the morning rushing around with Eugene doing some last minute paperwork to get the kiddos their birth certificates and passports. More fun.

Our little daughter was in a sparklingly good mood today, bouncing all over the place and generally enjoying a state of bliss. Hopefully this is a preview of the next 18 years. Grant on the other hand is a sick puppy and may not be able to leave tomorrow. (The orphanage figures it’s better to keep him there to recover, where they have doctors and nurses around the clock, vs. at an apartment with single parent Kim.)

It’s hard to comprehend that this was our last visit to the orphanage. We’ve been there everyday at 1 pm for the last 44 days. It’s the last time we’ll be in that hot room with her, making sure she doesn’t crack her head open on the table in there as she tries to stand up, keeping her away from the radiator, yanking her away from the window whenever the mean doctor comes in the room, and the very last day of wearing enough clothing for 3 or 4 babies living in an igloo.



I’m sure it will be even harder for Asella to comprehend what’s going to happen tomorrow, but we’re hoping her innate curiosity and easy-going nature will cushion the major upheaval that’s about to occur. We’ll probably hang out in the apartment all day, just to get her comfortable. Maybe put on one of the Lord of the Rings movies. That should keep her busy for awhile.



Tonight it’s back to the castle, to celebrate the end of our two-party system and the introduction of an independent. Sarah and I have been a two-some since January of 1992 (holy smokes!) and many of you are probably saying, “Well it’s about time you guys had a threesome!” Wait, that sounds kinda funny. Oh well. I don’t have to be mature until tomorrow, right?

So pass around the cigars and raise your glasses, cause we’re about to have a baby. In case you haven’t been paying attention (inconceivable), it’s a girl. And she’s wicked awesome.