Preparations

This has been a week of great anticipation in our house. Our beloved Ann and Davison (or "Auntie Ann and D," as Noah calls them) are here for a whole week, having driven through the night all the way from Richmond, Virginia. Excuse me while I go die of happiness.

Or at least temporarily lose consciousness.

There. I'm back.

It has also been a week of great scrambling on my part, because as of Monday, the office/guest room still looked like this:


And now --- glory hallelujah --- it looks like this:


If you didn't believe in miracles before, you might want to consider it. Pete and I were high-fiving each other by the end of the day yesterday, right before we collapsed on the couch with giant bowls of frozen yogurt. Hurray for teamwork, Goodwill, and the motivating power of Cool Mint Cookie fro-yo. This room will undergo one final transformation as we convert it into Noah's new bedroom, but at least now no one has to sleep amid tax files and stray paper clips.

OK, maybe just the occasional paper clip.

Noah's preparations have been much more basic. Pick out every stuffed animal and action figure I want to show to Ann and D. Check. Ask Mommy every two minutes when Ann and D are arriving. Check. Help Mommy make muffins to greet our long-distance travelers.


Check. I particularly like the spot of flour on his cheek and the outthrust lower lip in the above photo. My young baker is deep in concentration.


Lick spoon. Check.

Now we are ready.