Gone.
The nook where she used to be able to hide lint and jelly beans has disappeared. The whole thing has filled in and looks like it's about ready to invert itself. Like a pop-up turkey timer.
And that's all I have to say about that.
March 30, 2009
March 22, 2009
Big Day
We rented a U-Haul van, drove to the East Bay, picked up some baby furniture from IKEA, drove back, unloaded the stuff, returned the van, went back home and put everything together.
And somehow our entire day had disappeared.
But, now we have a huge armoir to store all the itty bitty outfits. Which, surprisingly enough, is almost already full. Even though we still haven't had the baby shower ... or the actual baby.
And somehow our entire day had disappeared.
But, now we have a huge armoir to store all the itty bitty outfits. Which, surprisingly enough, is almost already full. Even though we still haven't had the baby shower ... or the actual baby.
March 17, 2009
Baby Room
Our apartment isn't large enough to give the baby its own room, so we're all gonna have to share. Which means we have a little rearranging to do.
Right now, our neighbor's bedrooms are directly above and below ours. Stacked right on top of each other. And we hear everything. As in, every grunt, moan, burp, fart and sneeze.
And vice versa, I'm sure.
So, thought we'd be considerate and move into the bedroom on the other side once the screaming, crying, pooping machine arrives. It's carpeted too, so there's extra sound-proofing.
And once we crank up the TV, turn on the fan, blast the radio and open all the windows, you'll hardly even know the baby's there.
Right now, our neighbor's bedrooms are directly above and below ours. Stacked right on top of each other. And we hear everything. As in, every grunt, moan, burp, fart and sneeze.
And vice versa, I'm sure.
So, thought we'd be considerate and move into the bedroom on the other side once the screaming, crying, pooping machine arrives. It's carpeted too, so there's extra sound-proofing.
And once we crank up the TV, turn on the fan, blast the radio and open all the windows, you'll hardly even know the baby's there.
March 11, 2009
Mr. Mom
I always told Kate I'd be more than happy to retire early to stay home and take care of our kid. Well, yesterday, that wish came one step closer to being fulfilled.
Not saying I wanted to get laid off. But, subconsciously I must have willed it to happen. (That, or a bunch of assholes went and ruined the economy on us.)
Actually, I'm pretty confident I'll be able to find some more work.
But if not, be prepared that this may have to be "pay-per-read" from here on out. Once I figure out what the standard rate should be for faceless pictures of a pregnant woman's exposed belly.
Not saying I wanted to get laid off. But, subconsciously I must have willed it to happen. (That, or a bunch of assholes went and ruined the economy on us.)
Actually, I'm pretty confident I'll be able to find some more work.
But if not, be prepared that this may have to be "pay-per-read" from here on out. Once I figure out what the standard rate should be for faceless pictures of a pregnant woman's exposed belly.
March 7, 2009
Baby Box
Kate wants us to start a baby box.
Essentially a shoebox filled with assorted odds and ends that'll help us remember we have a child in case we somehow forget. (Guessing it'll live on the top shelf of the closet nestled between our cassette tape box and our ribbon box.)
Apparently, there's not a lot of evidence Kate existed as a baby. Very few pictures. No bronzed baby shoes. No locks of hair.
She blames it on her status of being the second child, just not as fawned over as the first. And it's not only her, it seems to happen to most younger siblings we know.
But, by this logic, I figure we should probably skip the baby box for the first kid altogether. That way the second kid will at least have a sporting chance.
Because as far as I'm concerned, if we ever have another child, this whole blog is just gonna be copied and pasted.
Essentially a shoebox filled with assorted odds and ends that'll help us remember we have a child in case we somehow forget. (Guessing it'll live on the top shelf of the closet nestled between our cassette tape box and our ribbon box.)
Apparently, there's not a lot of evidence Kate existed as a baby. Very few pictures. No bronzed baby shoes. No locks of hair.
She blames it on her status of being the second child, just not as fawned over as the first. And it's not only her, it seems to happen to most younger siblings we know.
But, by this logic, I figure we should probably skip the baby box for the first kid altogether. That way the second kid will at least have a sporting chance.
Because as far as I'm concerned, if we ever have another child, this whole blog is just gonna be copied and pasted.
March 4, 2009
We're Ready Already
We've read all the books. We've signed up for parenting classes. We've stockpiled an arsenal of pastel-colored onesies.
Heck, we've even picked out boy AND girl names.
Now we must wait ...
Wish this little guy (or girl) would hurry up and finish baking already. Figure we're about as ready as we're gonna get.
Except for the fact that I've never changed a diaper before.
But, I'm secretly hoping to resurrect my childhood strategy for getting out of chores on this one: The worse I am at something (or pretend to be), the less I'll actually be asked to do it.
Heck, we've even picked out boy AND girl names.
Now we must wait ...
Wish this little guy (or girl) would hurry up and finish baking already. Figure we're about as ready as we're gonna get.
Except for the fact that I've never changed a diaper before.
But, I'm secretly hoping to resurrect my childhood strategy for getting out of chores on this one: The worse I am at something (or pretend to be), the less I'll actually be asked to do it.
Pediatrician
We met with our pediatrician yesterday. Well, actually, it was our baby-to-be's pediatrician-to-be. Kind of a question and answer session with a bunch of other prospective couples.
The doctor seemed really smart and thoughtful.
But more importantly, he was able to talk about the unappealing side of baby rearing with a smile. Never felt so soothing to hear someone spin tales about rashes, infections and jaundice.
And considering we'll probably be dealing with our fair share of each, that's pretty much all I needed to hear.
Sign him up.
The doctor seemed really smart and thoughtful.
But more importantly, he was able to talk about the unappealing side of baby rearing with a smile. Never felt so soothing to hear someone spin tales about rashes, infections and jaundice.
And considering we'll probably be dealing with our fair share of each, that's pretty much all I needed to hear.
Sign him up.
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