Let the Kiyomi tales begin...

The last week has been one hell of a whirlwind, but we have now come down from the clouds -literally and figuratively. I got back from Whistler on Tuesday afternoon (and for the record, despite efforts to the contrary, Lauren and I experienced smooth sailing with not a single navigational crisis at 4:30 in the morning), and Kohji arrived early on Wednesday morning, after taking the redeye in order to get one more precious day of skiing in (I don't know how the boy does it). We've now unpacked, done laundry and Kohji is presently re-packing for a conference in Toronto which starts tomorrow and runs until Wednesday.

While we had expected that the translated file would be ready on Monday or Tuesday of next week, we actually got word on Wednesday that we could pick it up that afternoon. We happily sauntered down to the CB office to pick it up (ok, well, actually, we got caught in a traffic jam on the Queensway and nearly jumped out of the car to run along the shoulder, knowing that we had to get there before 4:30 when the office closed, but who's recording details here).

So, we now have a few more details on our little monkey, including some medical information. We're happy to report that there doesn't appear to be any medical or development issues. This has been confirmed by Aunty Aya, who took time out of her exam prep to go through the report with us (thanks Aunty Aya), our family doc and grandpa Barry (sorry Dad, but you haven't given me anything else to go by, so you get to sound like a fruit). Everybody reading this, send good vibes Aya's way as she heads into her last set of exams as a medical resident!

We're expecting more travel details early next week, and have been informed for the moment that we should expect to travel around June 30. For the record, that is only 57 days away!

Thought we'd also post a few pictures to give you a sense of what's been happening around here.

What Kohji was doing when the call came in (those are his boots)...

What Tamara was doing when the call came in (with Lauren, my intrepid ski partner at the exact spot we were standing when the call came in)...

Proof that this poor child is in real trouble with us as parents (yes, it says Whistler ski bum)...