:-s (Also known as "Goober"), pink frillies and dreams

Having to make room for the young'n, we moved Brett into his new room in the basement last week. Yesterday, we moved Brennan down there while we moved the basement furniture into Brett's room, where we will have a TV room.

So last night Goober-the-Lab, when we let him in, made his evening foray through the house. Usually he checks everything out nonchalantly, then grabs his favorite chew toy and annoys us silly to play; but this time he came up missing. About the time Brian was convinced that he had flown the coop through the front door that he discovered to be unlatched, Goober came trotting out of the new TV room as if to say, "I'm here." He went in later to check out the place again, sniffing and coming to us as if to say, "What's up?" He even enjoyed the new views from the windows. This morning he's asleep on the couch in there, his paw hanging over the side. I think he likes the new arrangement.

Yesterday, Karen sent TWO GARBAGE BAGS FULL of clothes for the baby. My heart melts...

Brian and I have regressed. We're sleeping with a pink Hugs Care Bear and a pink blanket. (It's especially tempting to go in now, when Brian is sleeping by himself with them, to get a picture.) We're sleeping with them so that, when we send them over to her, they will have our scent. We hope that will help her "recognize" us when we get her.

And maybe it was the bear and the blankie, but I had dreams last night where we got our referral and we got her that same day. She was at the social worker's office. Of course, we got her and I kept forgetting to pick her up to take her with us--all this while the SW was present. Not good...

Can you tell I'm worried about my age with all this?