What are the chances of one little baby girl having a dirty diaper two times while waiting for a plane to arrive? JB went the first time. I went the second. And when I went the second time, Joan arrived while I was gone! The little arrival board hadn't even said she had landed so I was shocked to see her when I came out of the bathroom. Thank goodness Connie managed to snag some photos of the boys greeting their Joni. I was bummed to have missed it, but the pictures helped me feel like I was there. (They are a bit blurry because they were action shots but they still totally capture the moment!)
