The Britican is coming! The Britican is coming!

For those of you who may (or may not) be confused as to who the Britican is...It's my little bro Scott. He has lived in London entirely way too long and is coming for a 'holiday' today! I am picking him up from the airport in T-minus 39 minutes barring any traffic, customs arrests or baggage loosing going on. I cannot wait to see him! He literally is my best friend (forever) and I have missed hugging on him. Luke has been SO pumped about seeing him and we've been practicing saying "Scott", sounds more like "Sott", but it's CLOSE. I am hoping the little dude will melt the big dudes heart and he'll want to stay here forever and not go back to the Red Coat County.

Speaking of Red Coat Country, do you know what I did at work this morning for 3 hours? Yes, that's right- I scoured the entire world wide web for Double XL red and/or yellow rain coats, eh slickers, for a photoshoot on Thursday. I also had to find some size 11 rain galoshes. Neat times.

Ok, off to pick up the Britican.

And he finally did it!

He said Mama! And yes, it did feel as good as I thought it would feel. No, it felt better! When I came home on Saturday from a massage (thank you Bliss!), I could hear Luke in the den knocking on the back door, saying, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" Sometimes, he says "Mommy," but whatev. I'll take what I can get!