I just checked one of the blogs I follow (Our Place Called Home), and the newest posting is about how they've been home eight months. This blew my mind because we bumped into them at the White Swan just a few days before we returned Stateside ourselves.
Has it really been that long?
When did that tiny little almost-baby with the buzz cut, snuffly nose, and toothless grin morph into a running, dancing, crunch-through-cookies bundle of (usually) joyous energy little girl? Has it really been so long? How'd she do it so fast?!?
Wow.
I'm kind of going through withdrawal right now; due to being on duty this weekend on top of an already relatively insane schedule, I haven't gotten my Pipsqueak fix for more days in a row than ever before, but the realization that we've been back home that long is kinda spooky.
Holy cow, I'm still working on the 1st scene of the adoption video... and I still haven't mailed the DVDs of photos to our companion families...
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