the rest of the weekend...

Friday:

4pm-ish... Ryan's home. Champagne opened. Pictures stared at. Phone calls and emails to family and friends.

8pm-ish... We realize we should probably have some food with our champagne. Tear ourselves away from computer to go grab a bite... but only after downloading photos to blackberries and phones so that we could sneak a few (or about 100) peaks during dinner.

11pm-ish... Arriving back home after dinner, we encounter two tourists taking pictures with a cop patrolling the area on a segway (yes, NYC cops patrol certain areas on segways). Wonder why guys do not ask Susan Sarandon, who is standing about two feet away, for her picture.

11:05pm-ish... Back home. More staring at pictures.

Saturday... My birthday!! Wake up happy. Get presents (as if I needed anything more). Stare at pictures. Decide that I want to buy an outfit for baby A. Find a couple cute shirts and some cargo pants. Also pick up Rockabye Baby CDs - Pink Floyd and the Eagles. Baby A will be hip!




EJ decides he would like to model baby A's new clothes:


8pm-ish... discover I cannot find my favorite little black dress. Anywhere. Last seen: St. Lucia. Could I seriously have left it there?? Love this dress. But still too happy to care about a dress. Even my favorite dress.

9:30pm... Birthday/Referral Celebration dinner at Chanterelle. We are happy!!!



Sunday... brunch with parents, who bring us an adoption memory book. We cannot wait to start filling in all the milestones in baby A's life and our journey to meet him.



Sunday night... still looking for little black dress. No sign of it. How is this possible? Ugh. But not as important as staring at pictures of baby A. We are in love...