Tuesday we came home from work and found out that Purolator had been by to drop off two boxes, but since we weren't home we'd have to go pick them up at the depot. (I hate that. HATE. Just leave it on the goddamned porch.) So I got ridiculously excited because I rarely get packages, so we jetted to Purolator only to find out that Jake and I cannot read. We were supposed to wait until the next day to pick them up. So on Wednesday we went back and picked up our two boxes. The Purolator lady had to drag one of the boxes out from the back because it was so big! She was like, "Hmm, this says boxes 2 of 3, but the third box isn't here. I'll call you if I find it in the back." I was so giddy. So then we went home and, wouldn't you fucking know it, another Purolator guy came by to drop off the third package while we were AT the Purolator depot. So we had to go back again today after work to get the third and final package. Phew!

Jake's sisters totally hooked us up! They got us our infant car seat, car seat bases, and the cutest little monkey toys! Jake's head is going to explode once we have our showers and we have to load a ton of baby crap into the house. He's already complaining about the stuff we already have! Poor guy has no idea what he's in for.