Two years ago this month we came home with Andrew.  April 18th was the 'gotcha' day and I would love to say we're doing something cool but I'll be out of town.  On the plus side, I've already filled out the placement report and I'm digging up a selection of photos to fill the 8-10 photo section.  Mind you this is way better than last year when we were in process of moving and I turned it in around September.

 

In the process of my report, I had to flip through old blog pages to remember some of the dates.  It made me laugh to re-read the entries and I think I may read some of them to the kids in honor of Andrew's day.  When I get back.  From my 8millionth trip of the year.  This one is a management training session which (after reading the course description) I have dubbed 'remedial HR.'  Development plans, progressive discipline, sexual harrassment and so on.  The highlight is that my flight is on AA so I'm predicting that my plane will be grounded, they'll still lose my bags and I'll be stuck in the airport eating ketchup packets like Tom Hanks in that movie.

 

We were in the van last night going to see Horton Hears a Who (B- for adult watchability) when Brooke asked Andrew what his Ukrainian mommy's name was.  He said he didn't know.  She asked him if he missed groupa and if he wanted to go back (they had been battling all day so I can't tell if she's trying to send him back or just asking at this point).  Andrew said he missed them a little and that there was a garbage dog who stayed on the playground and ate their trash.  The conversation moved on from there to dogs who ate garbage and what kind of garbage it must have been.

 

They are crawling on the ground playing armyman and trying to sneak up on me right now so I need to stockpile my pillow artillery and take them out.  Kowabunga!!!!!!!