Friday, July 11, 2008

Sunday, July 6, 2008

At Last

We took an early flight to D.C. with an empty doggie bag...

To fill it up with a Bacon and a stuffed animal that smells like his mommy.

We played with him for an hour at the breeder's house and then he slept the whole way to the airport.

After a quick pit stop outside of Dulles to empty his tiny bladder, we made it through security, the weird moving airport trams and onto the plane where he slept the entire flight - popping his head out to look around only after landing in Boston.

Another pit stop outside of the airport and then into the cab. He was restless and ready to be done with the traveling so we let him stick his head out of the bag...

Then he climbed out of the bag altogether.

He's been home for a little over 24 hours now and he seems to like us almost as much as we like him.

He likes to hop around our little yard and chase ants. He likes to nibble on earlobes and lay on a lap. He loves his rope toy. We've only had 2 accidents in the house and he slept the entire night, only going out once.

His favorite thing is to nap on top of us, close to our faces. What I thought was an unbearable wait was worth every, single second to have that sweet face so close to mine. Much, much more here.

Friday, July 4, 2008

The End of Our Lives as We Know It

Twas the night before Bacon
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Because we don't have any creatures...yet


At last, the wait is over. Its been 10 long weeks but we made it. We spent our Nation's birthday cleaning, organizing and finishing up all last-minute tasks PB (pre-Bacon) so that we're as prepared as possible when our little man sees his home for the first time. Everything is up off the floor and his crate and play pen are set up - toys and all - just waiting for him to settle in.

Our trip to pick him up and the journey home will be thoroughly documented. Tune in tomorrow for the pictures...

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Why Am I Marrying Him?

Photographer Kate Hutchinson is doing a beautiful series of portraits of her fiance called "Why Am I Marrying Him?" that I find extremely compelling in their universal, everyday nature.

So compelled am I that I took a break from my silly wedding blog hopping to put together my own little series. After all, the real reason behind this shindig we're throwing is in these pictures below...