Babies Don't Need to Live in a Nursery, Flowers Do

First off, I need to commend Rob Calame on his diligent beard growth. Until Sunday I was unaware of his solidarity in our quest. It is good to see that someone has taken Shaun's place. Yesterday Mel and I decided that we should rearrange our bedroom so that when our little squirrel is born, he will have a place to sleep. Allison came over to provide moral support. As most of you know, Melissa and I have been blessed with an affordable, albeit quaint (a cute way of saying "small"), living arrangement. When we added Bauer in to the mix we really tested the limits of our living quarters. Or so we thought. On the eve of our little one's birth we are still in a naive state of tranquility about how our home is going to accommodate all of its inhabitants. What we have learned in the past year or so is that no matter what happens it will all work out. Granted, it would be nice to have a nursery for the baby but when it comes down to it he is not going to know the difference. In hindsight he may even be thankful that he doesn't have little bears on his wall or rainbows from floor to ceiling (see: my childhood bedroom). After visiting the children in Hungary and Ukraine and seeing the homes of the Navajo families and missionaries that we have grown to love, we realized that we have more than enough to provide a "home" for this child. As long as we love and feed him he is going to be a happy camper. His birth is a mere 40 days (or less) away and Mel is ready to "not be pregnant anymore." Truth me told, the process has been relatively painless for me. Here's to 10 more kids!

Here is a funny clip of Bauer and my parent's puppy, Bella, taken on my phone. Bauer stole Bella's toy and she chased him around the couch for literally 10 minutes.