Is anyone besides me familiar with that old song from the roaring 20's? If not, humor me and look it up here. (You don't know what you're missing.)
These days in the Searls' house, it would make more sense for the song to say "yes, we have gone bananas" since the news we received last week regarding our time line to bring "veggie baby" home. It seems very likely that we will have to wait until next YEAR to travel but only God knows! Maybe he's got another miracle up his sleeve for us. We're still hanging on to that thread – and hoping the whole sleeve doesn't unravel.
Several weeks ago, we were totally surprised with the gift of a changing table, crib and mattress for "veggie baby"! Our house is small-ish and the future nursery is currently being used for a rec/TV room, so we had not assembled the crib yet since we had no where to put it...something must have snapped this weekend. Brad was apparently restless Saturday afternoon and decided to assemble the crib smack-dab in the middle of our living room. I came home from running some errands and walked in the front door only to be greeted by a fully assembled baby crib. It literally had swallowed up the remaining space in our living room. So, this morning I decided PJ should try it out. I'm not sure what Brad's plan for the crib is now, but we have family coming in 4 days and they are all too large to sleep in a crib. It does make a good dog cage though – very fancy indeed and much nicer than those horrid metal crates.