I swear it felt like Christmas morning today, except in reverse. I woke up at 5 a.m. with excited butterflies in my stomach wondering if it was too early to wake up A. In the end, I decided against it (just barely). So I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to Paul softly snore, and willing the time to pass. I must have fell back asleep eventually, because I awoke to a babbling baby around 6:30 a.m. Heaven! And he's got some new tricks after a weekend of guy-time with daddy. Stay tuned for video of that.
The Skinners were fabuloso, and so ready for their little sprog! Pix as soon as I can get them. Yea for babies!