OK! Let's try this again.

Owen is asleep, so this time the post can be longer...

So. Arriving at the airport was unreal. All four of his grandparents, his Aunt Shawnna, Uncle John, and cousins were there. His 'Aunt' Tammy and 'Uncle' Chris and their kids were there, and Tammy's mom. His good friend Eliot, who is just a few months older than him (well, 7 mo. older) and who came home from Guatemala just about a month before he did, was there with his parents Katie and Eliot.

As we came around the corner out of the secure area of the airport, I felt my heart start pounding as I saw the smiling and crying faces, the signs, the flags, the love. Shannon and I were overwhelmed with that love. It took us a long, long time to get out of the airport at all, or even get our luggage...it just didn't seem very important right then. What seemed to matter was that our family was together, all of us. That little person who we all loved so much was finally there! (And grumbling in his crib right now...uh-oh...)

Since Owen has been home, we've been amazed every day by his wonderful little personality. He has adjusted well, sleeping fine after the first night. He LOVES the dogs, who are not particularly fond of him, to be honest. Josey will have to straighten up pretty quickly or get booted to the outdoors, but he is really getting better all the time. Ellie sulks, since Owen is competition, but she is very nice to him. Even our cat, Cleo, has warmed up to him. At first she wouldn't come out from under the bed, but now she'll come up and rub against his little hand. He loves all of them!

Here are some pictures!