Micah got in trouble tonight. He is having one of those days like when you know your 2 year old needs a nap because of their irrational response to things. But it was 6:30 and he's not 2 he's 7 so I made him lay down on my bed. After crying a little he shouts out, " mom what # are we?" I cracked up at the timing . It was like somehow if our number had changed it would bring him comfort. Of course we hadn't moved up so when I told him his response was "STILL?????"--------the next 9 months should be interesting. The boys have just started paying attention to our number on the waitlist. I love it!