I spoke too soon about the laptop - yesterday it started having some rather severe problems and I'm pretty sure it needs to go see a computer doctor.
Paul is attending a work-thing. He left yesterday morning and won't be back until tomorrow night. Consequently, he missed experiencing A.'s most recent accomplishment - sleeping through the night in his own crib last night! The teacher in me is dying to assemble some sort of color-coded positive reinforcement chart with star stickers. I'm pretty sure that he's a little too young yet to understand anything about that other than wanting to eat the pretty stars.
Tomorrow night we are embarking on a whole new adventure. We're leaving the kids with my parents (at our house) for a long weekend while we go to New Orleans for a wedding. I'm simultaneously excited and scared out of my mind. The adoption experts we saw assured us our kids are well-attached and will be just fine, they are very familiar with and fond of their grandparents, it would be a total goat rodeo trying to take the kids to the wedding, I really want to encourage a close relationship between them and their grandparents...but I don't want to leave them. It may feel like a very loooooong four days, but I'm sure we'll have a great time.
This morning the kids stayed with their Bebe so I could run some errands. It occurred to me that leaving your child(ren) when you're new parent feels a lot like being a teenager with a brand new driver's license. Remember how exhilarating but scary it was at sixteen to run to the grocery store for milk all by yourself? That's exactly what this feels like.