I'm happy to report that the Mister and his suitcase full of donations made it safely to Port au Prince. We had some doubts about the luggage, as this was the same suitcase full of donation that never made it past St. Louis on his 2008 trip to Port au Prince.
The Mister is now relaxing at the Visa Lodge with our son. At 2 pm, they will be driven back to the airport, and God willing, by 8 pm tonight I'll hear on the telephone that little voice I've been dreaming of for so very long.
The children and I are having a wonderful time in Chicago with dear Anne Marie. Anne Marie is spoiling the children with yummy take out, and they, in turn, are teaching her some smoking dance moves. And Atticus limited himself to asking Anne Marie"Can I tell/ask you something?" only 30 times an hour instead of his usual 60.
Yesterday we shopped, and an incredibly kind owner of a local toy shop, upon hearing our story on why we are in Chicago, gifted Miles with a very precious, super cuddly and soft stuffed giraffe, which turns into a pillow and a blankie. I don't care what their reputation may be, we always meet the Nicest people in Chicago.
This morning we spent 4 hours at the fabulous Kohl Children's Museum (WOW! is all I have to say), and now we are headed down the block to a deli for lunch. Less than 24 hours until I'm holding that little guy. I'm trying to limit myself to just counting hours, and not minutes.
Trying, but not necessarily succeeding :)