He's Here... or There

Our new little one has arrived at the house with The Wife.  I'm at work.  So basically, it's killing me to sit here and do anything even remotely close to work.  Turns out, the last foster home that he was in sent every single thing they had for him... five trashbags full to be exact.  The clothes go all the way up to 12 months and there has been at least one pair of 2T pants in there.  He even has a tiny jean jacket and a couple of sweater vests.  He has not yet received his blog-worthy name, but I'm sure he will in no time.  He is almost seven months old, but The Wife said he's little.  I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND SEE THE BABY!!!