The people that got us through

How many of you read that last post over an over to make sure you weren't hallucinating? How many of you now want to smack me because you think I am sick and twisted? Sorry about that. Thought I would have a little fun with y'all.

**Disclaimer** I apologize to my friends and family who are learning of this news in this particular fashion. Our best intentions were to call you personally, but either we were too lazy or you just weren't home. Or you could be screening us... that's just not nice.

So yes... Pickle is officially a 17 month old little boy. Tuesday morning I received an email from our agency in which the subject line read: "re: referral." My heart just about jumped out of my chest. I opened the email to see a set of huge blue eyes staring back at me. The other thing I noticed... Blond hair! This one has hair!!!

Pickle seems to be healthy and has been given a big "thumbs up" by the orphanage doctor. He has also been given the green light from our IA doc. Of course we have very limited information at this point.

The best part of the story is that all 5 families that lost their children received referrals on Tuesday. Olga said it was difficult to do, but somehow they managed to make it happen. Tuesday was a very good day for us.

We are going to be very guarded in the information that we share with people. Photos are going to be for family and very close friends. We still have not decided on a name yet. We are doing a huge waffle on this one. We don't know his exact birth date yet. We won't get that until we travel. So the information that we are publicly sharing is that Pickle is a blonde haired, blue eyed, 17 month old boy.

As far as travel goes, we haven't gotten the exact dates yet. We are being told the beginning of May. The trip will be 5 business days in Khabarovsk to give us time to complete the "open up and say ahh" and to give us sufficient time with Pickle.

You guys should be happy I am telling you at all. I was going to wait and make a post from the airport in Korea that read, "Greetings from Korea!" D said that would just be cruel. I did have to mess with you somehow though. Please don't egg my house.