The girls, the guys, and the expectations

Got pictures of the newest addition to the family. At nine months, Emma appears to be quite the personality in spite of living in the not-so-favorable conditions of a Chinese orphanage for all her life. We got pictures yesterday and they showed a happy, beautiful Chinese doll. She already says da-da; she makes fish-lips, and she makes faces at the baby in the mirror. I can't wait to get them home so that we can see her.

Brett wants to take PE 2, Lifetime Fitness 2, and study hall next year. That's it. Of course, he can't get by with that, but that didn't stop him from trying. Now he's taking calculus and other classes that he can't stand. Poor kid ought to have known better than to have landed a mom who is a teacher.

Brennan is doing much better than he has been in school; of course, I don't know how he could mess up considering they spent Monday watching a movie, of all things. Makes me want to home-school him--Brett too, for that matter.

Bart has an ear infection and feels plain miserable right now. Poor kid goes from court to the doctor. (Wow. It's already been three days since we were at court. This week has flown!) I know everyone there is watching out for him, but still...well, a mom is a mom. A dad is a dad, too. I think he wants me to go get him more than I want to go get him, and that's bad.