At one of our favorite restaurants on the whole planet...
(We're classy like that.)
While we waited for our food, Jenn took a photo of us...
It turned out surprisingly well. Not because of Jenn. She's a photographer. That was no surprise. Because of me. I am inherently non-photogenic. Matt is always perfectly photogenic. It's sickening, really.
We ordered (and ate disgusting amounts of) wings...
and pizza...
(We're classy like that.)
After a nice, relaxing, glutenous dinner, we went back to Jenn and Todd's for dessert. Jenn rode with us and Todd went to pick up their three boys from a local VBS.
And then... THEN...
All you-know-what broke loose.
There was furniture jumping...
Ceiling fan shooting...
(That fan was going full blast... impressive.)
and all out chaos...
I then began hyperventilating and crying to Jenn, "I don't want three boys. Save me. I don't want three boys..." I was a sad and ugly sight.
Ant then... THEN, Matt got in on the action...
And I realized something. Within the next six to twelve months, I'm going to have FOUR little boys.
I'M DOOMED.
The End.
2 comments:
Love your blog, I think out of all my Google Reader subscriptions it has the most substance. I can't stand PioneerWoman anymore, not after subscribing to your blog!
Anyway, I think it is triumphant of you to adopt. I have a question though: how do you know you are getting boys? I realize adoptive parents can choose what sex, but is it certain you'll get boys, or are you hoping?
Much love to you.
To God give the Glory.
Ronnies.Is.The.Best.Ever...period...been following you for a while but rarely leave a comment (maybe like twice?) you guys have had my prayers for a long time...love your blog and your message..you are doing great things girl :)
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