Thirded, I want to go oooh and aaahh and buy myself something wonderful.

I'm going to file that away for when the kiddo is a bit older. Thanks!

I recall seeing a wheelchair accessory at Build a Bear. My kid has a pacemaker and a chest scar which will be the first of many, so we noted the wheelchair and joked about them needing a medic alert bracelet & scar accessory pack.

I was seated next to a Jack at a wedding, who was WAY too pleased with himself at having named his kid Jackson. Damn near broke his shoulder, patting himself on the back.

One of my best friends from college is Ruth. Ruth is a well-read Texan who has a soft heart and sparkly eyes.

Fortunately, they don't test you on Kinja before they let you adopt. :) I am living proof!

I was trying to send you a message with my address, but I'm Kinja-impaired. Doh.

Slight tangent, but I'm glad you guys are thoughtfully researching your adoption options. I adopted from foster care. If that's a route that you are considering, I'm happy to answer questions - send me a message any time. I make a point of reaching out to folks who might be considering it, because my husband & I…

Sweet fancy Moses, I want to go to there.

If I could locate the Willy Wonka 'Tell Me More' gif, I'd be posting it with utter sincerity, right this second.

The Honda Fit (with optional crushed Cheerios & dirty tissues package) is the shizzle.

Despicable that I made a responsible choice about parenthood after birth control failed? Despicable that the care I received was competent, so it didn't have to be a traumatic, life-altering event? Despicable that I'm not wracked with guilt?

Me too!

I am white, as is my husband. My adopted kiddo & foster kiddo are mixed race, as is my nephew. Every single picture of a kid in my office is of an adorable brown kiddo. Reactions to the pictures are truly a convenient way of sussing out who is going to be a pain in my ass and who is going to be just fine. It's not…

She may have been attractive at one point, but now she's looking like the years of reported starvation & stimulant use have come home to roost. She's looking rough. The media tends to use photos from the 2008 campaign, which is generous.

Good luck! The echo room at the pediatric cardiologist has an AWESOME array of movies. And yet we watch the same one every single time.

Adding a dead kitty warning to that link.

And he was a real teenage boy! That's the most astounding part of the entire story. Ah, the good old days.

The ta-tas message is especially horrid. My husband, who spends his time over on Jalopnik, always refers to the Indian car company Tata when he sees those stickers. 'Why does everyone LOVE Tatas? They're not even sold in this country!'

Might I suggest congenital heart defects? My kid has one. I let him tell people whatever the fuck he wants about his chest scar, including 'I wrestled a shark.' Because why not?