after arriving home from taking anna's mom to meet judah for the first time yesterday, i offered to grab emily a soda from the corner store since i had to walk the dog anyway. we got home, by the way, all ripe for a nap. so i put the girls down and then took hound out before crashing.
i walked to get the soda at the corner store and then walked back to my street, happy to run into some inquisitive neighbors. i told them all about how anna was doing, what labor was like, how amazing it was to see something for the first time that somehow came from you and how you somehow oddly recognized it, and ultimately how my first diaper change took more wipes than my first one with hilina did when i actually took a pair of scissors and cut her outfit off of her. ah, those were the days. two sweet girls in a far away country crapping their brains out from their bottoms to their hair.
anyway. so after telling this to my neighbors for about 20 minutes, i walked up the stairs to our apartment and was about to turn the door before uttering *&%#! HOUND DOG!
yes. in my post i-have-the-most-beautiful-son-ever-is-this-for-real-because-if-this-isn't-for-real
-and-i-am-dreaming-then-i-hate-all-dreams stupor, i apparently bought that soda, walked right by my dog and proceeded home without him. needless to say, i hurried back the two blocks and found him still tied to the bus stop pole, sitting down, looking at me like a crazy man with three, virtually, brand new kids.
today at the hospital:
a son is born
annabeth & judahgoodness
post-circumcision (i was so there for you...)
mom & 3 kids & a load of sterile objects for saida to play with
hilina attacked by the nursing cover!