I tell you, we really are getting a bit goofy at this point.
The other night when Mike got home from work we decided on a whim to go through the virtual snowdrifts of gifts, toys and hand-me-dows of various sorts that have been accumulating in Flynn's room.
We pulled of tags, folded tiny jumpers, dusted off dolls, stocked bookshelves.
After that we were, as you can see, a little high on our parenting hormones. So we did a little happy dance.
I did tell you we were dorks.