yes, that’s a carseat i’m holding … and it felt weird, let me tell ya.
the us airways check-in man was named rico. he asked where the baby was, and we told him. he asked if this was “our first time,” to which i still answered yes, and then stuttered a bit. our first time adopting? or our first time being parents? if rico had phrased his question slightly differently, he would have heard all about sky. as it was … i said yes.
i’m posting this in phoenix at 12:55am, which means that we meet our baby TODAY!
we narrowed down our list of names on the plane, and though he still doesn’t have a name yet we’re determined to make it happen before we meet him. i don’t want my first words to my son to be “hello … bucko!”