So although we though this day would be here on Saturday and then Sunday and now Monday (it's been a stressful weekend), my parents and the original wah, Tira should arrive in the afternoon/evening. As I type baby Lanna and my sister are asleep on the couch (yeah they totally don't fit) because we moved our spare mattress (that was consuming my living/dining room) over to the apartment today before we found out that the others had not left (errrr) yet. So my days of full time aunty-ing will be over soon. I'll hopefully get that blasted dissertation done, orders out and actually have a living room with some privacy (900 some square feet and 4 people is a bit tight). Today I cried because I thought (falsely as it turns out) that it would be my last day to wake up and be able to walk down stairs to kiss my fat little Lanna. I guess I'll have another day (hopefully only one more day) of easy access kisses. After that it'll be a 15 minute drive. My sister is more than eager to reunite with her two year old and get her own home situated. I've taught the baby to eat, learned how to put her to sleep without hysteria, what teething looks like, how fun swinging with a baby is, and a million ways to solicit baby giggles. I'd say I'm fully trained so when it's our turn we'll be just that much more prepared knowing you can't really prepare for that kind of thing.
