Thursday, April 16, 2009

Ding Dong

The prodigal son has returned.

After months of intensive searching that left us empty handed, our little precious was finally discovered at the bottom of a rubbermaid container which was housing the boys "grow into" clothes.

Because I'm organized like that when I pack for an out of state move.

Last night he was introduced to the city of Plano and taken to his proper home:

right next to the doorbell.

Oh yeah. Feels like home.

9 comments:

  1. I thought I heard you screaming with delight(?) after our last visit and then Roger quickly closed the window...

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  2. Is this that southern hospitality I hear so much talk of?

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  3. Haha! Love it. Where did you find it? I think I might NEED one.

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  4. I am going to Plano on business the week of the 26th thought I would see if you wanted a visitor but now I am afraid of where I would fit on that sign. :)

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  5. HA!!! I remember seeing this before. I NEED one of those. Check out the pic of us on my blog!

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  6. So perfect, I green with envy!

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  7. gee, is there some cosmic coincidence that you unearthed that treasure days before a visit from family? :D

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  8. I like reading your posts even more now that I've met your kids. I can just imagine them saying the things you say now. They're so cute and SO all boy. (Except Sierra, who is all angel in my book.)

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