Looking back...

So today I was looking through old emails trying to find some information I needed. I saved all of the emails from back when we were trying to get Pipo here, so I got caught up in some emotional backtracking seeing all of these. But one email just cracked me up. It's one I sent off to our friend Conor right after he told us Pipo (Philippe) would be coming home in just a few days. Here is what I said...

Okay, and besides my emotional motherly outburst on how excited I am...my practical side comes out. We got pounded with 16 inches of snow today. I have no idea what size Phillipe is. I am guessing he is fairly small, and in my punch-drunk motherly excited state, I can just take 5 different coats and boots to the airport, or you can give me a rough estimate of what size he is. I honestly don't mind bringing 5 coats to the airport, I just want to make sure he is warm on his trip home from Logan. Our E.J. is a size 7 at 7yrs old, and Charlie at 5 is between a 4 and a 5. I have many coats in different sizes so I can bring whatever I have. And I do fully realize that getting a passport was a much bigger hurdle than figuring out what coat size Phillipe is, but this is how a mother's brain works....

Nervous new mother much? And by the way... that coat fit!