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Waiting for the Miracle

It's been a while since I've written in this blog and with good reason. We're eagerly awaiting the arrival of our third child. We know it's a boy. We know he'll be a large baby. And we know he will be loved.

Our kids have been staying with their maternal grandparents for a full week now. Missing them is heart breaking for both the Mrs. and myself. But we know that it's for the best that they are with two people who love them, and most importantly can actively pay attention to them.

I've been doing a mixture of PTO and working remotely over the last week as we get ready. I've joked with my closest relatives that, "Hey, I could really get used to this whole working 4 hours a day and not commuting thing."

I've helped to clean the house from top to bottom. I've scrubbed tubs and toilets. I've vacuumed. I've mowed the lawn (and the weeds). I've build infant furniture and installed the car seat. I've continued listening to audiobooks and banking some rest in the form of early afternoon naps.

Now we are just waiting for baby boy.
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