I’ve been trying to think about a way to write about the trip to Russia to pick up Tima without sounding like I hate my new son. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the little guy, I certainly do ya-tib-ya-loo-bloo (I love you) the dude -- but as my dear, dear, dear, sweet wife and I discussed last night in whispered tones on the couch after finally
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