I about had a heart-attack tonight.
And it came courtesy of the USPS.
Actually, it came courtesy of the local Children's hospital. By way of the mail.
fake family?" The pictures I wasn't supposed to be in. The ones I was certain might end up on a billboard somewhere.
It couldn't be those pictures coming back to haunt me. It couldn't be possible. But yes. Yes, it was.
Cbug and I were IN THE MAILER.
And, as if I had seen a ghost, I about had a heart-attack.
And spent the rest of the evening thinking how crazy it was that 3 years ago, we took some random pictures, at a random park, and never heard anything else about them.
Until this year, the year that we actually did have this very same child in this very same hospital. The year we did move to a new house. The year we needed to be welcomed to the neighborhood- by ourselves in a brochure.
So, thanks for the "welcome home" heart-attack, Cook's. And, you are welcome.
As a side note, I tried to tell you at the time that my 15-month-old was very advanced. He was already thinking words like "pediatrician" and making good choices about his future health care. Smart boy.