08 July 2010
This evening, Jennifer and I had dinner over at our friends’ house. We got a baby-sitter for Owen so that we could stay out late. In fact, Owen will be sleeping there tonight. I am always of mixed mind when it comes to Owen spending the night at someone else’s house. Speaking super-selfishly, I like it, because it means I don’t have to hassle with him going to sleep and it means all evening, and the next morning, Jennifer and I can just do whatever we want to do. But, on the other hand, I do miss him, and I’m never quite sure what’s going on at someone else’s house: is he just sitting there watching TV all day? Is he eating McDonald’s “food”? Is he being talked into becoming a lawyer? All terrible scenarios.
We performed a mini plant-swap with our friends. I brought a pot with basil plants in it, and another pot with a spider-plant in it. (And don’t feel left out here – if you want a spider-plant, just say so. I have plenty.) In return, we received three tomato plants. I think I got the better end of the deal on this one, but if my friends feel cheated and extract payment consisting of another spider-plant, all they have to do is give the word.
09 July 2010
I think, what makes the baby’s arrival seem so close is not the passing of each day (which are passing just as fast or slow as they always do). , but the fact that we are constantly finishing up all sorts of things around the house.
This week, Jennifer got the birth kit all ready. The cradle is back in the house and sitting in the living room. And today I brought the scratching post and desk down to the garage.
This is a bigger to-do than you might think. We live on the third floor, so it’s not like the garage is “just off the kitchen.” Also, the scratching post is taller than my wife and quite heavy. I loaded it up onto the wagon, but even still, I had to steady it on the wagon the whole time while dodging the exit signs.
I tried cleaning the house today, but I couldn’t really stay focused. Jennifer said we can try some more on the weekend.
We wrapped up the evening by watching a Netflix of Little House on the Prairie. I suppose I should suspend the ol’ Netflix account for a couple months, too.