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26.3.08
twenty-five weeks
Things we have called you:We also found you a onesie that says Don't Panic in large friendly red letters on the front (in German) and i couldn't help it, of course i bought it.

We've got you a little long teether that resembles a toothbrush and our dentist friend says that it's about the best idea ever. I may be exaggerating. But you like your little long teether to the point that when dog no. 1 destroyed the previous long teether, it was a hard time toughing it out over the weekend while the stores were closed, waiting to get you a new long teether. Except this time i got two, so that if something awful happens again to one of them, we'll have a spare.

Packing for the big trip home. No idea how we'll manage to get all this luggage to the airport. We leave tomorrow. Too much luggage. Must remember to pack the pump, to pack the toothy gel and the nail clippers, extra plastic bags. You've been in plastic diapers for nearly two days, since we can't do more laundry before we go and have it be dry enough to put away, and you don't seem to mind them, but the plastic diapers are much less bulky than cloth diapers - so all your pants are now too big. Small bum. Nicely for me and Daddy, though, the plastic diapers have to be changed much less often, what with the keeping you all dry, so that's handy. Eleven hour plane ride ahead with possibly no changing tables. Eek.

Crazy busy trying to get ready for this.

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