Hec, Happy Emmett Day to you, and Happy Birthday to Emmett.

It wouldn't be the first mistake it's made and it likely won't be the last.

Root beer. On. My. Monitor.

Post-nap, I am still gronkly but no longer among the walking dead.

It's been a good day so far: cake successfully frosted, birthday party completed (first Emmett party in a long time during which no one was injured, which is almost unfortunate as it was also the first party we remembered to bring band-aids to ahead of time -- someone could at least have raised a blister or something, just to reward us for our preparedness), Swish's signature properly loved (Emmett cuddled and hugged the glove on seeing it), and as an extra bonus my brother Chris came with a Guinness book full of disgusting pictures for Emmett and then allowed himself to be cossetted and petted and plied with beer and Arrested Development DVDs.

Also, we now have this bassinet, so the Halloweenie won't need to sleep in a drawer or a shoebox when she gets here.

Then we came home and I slept like a thing that sleeps heavily, and now I'm slowly inching toward Aimée-readiness. Plus, now all bouncy over Teppy having a Relationship with someone who says she makes him happy and who cares that he makes her happy. This just makes me grin and grin.

Happy Birthday, Emmett!

Oooh, JZ, that's the one we have--only in natural. Liv's just now finally to big for it because she's started pulling herself up on the side and peeking over when she wakes up. Which means it's time to lower the mattress in her crib, too.

She's now fully mobile with the crawling and stuff.

Cash, how old is Liv now? She's at least 4 or 5 months, isn't she? Hec was worried that the bassinet is so small it'll only hold the Halloweenie for a couple of months, but my impression from the website info was that it'd last a bit longer than that. Which, oh please oh please, because it'll be a nightmare fitting a full crib into our bedroom and we're so not ready to move anytime in the near future.

Just got in touch with a friend from when I was in Grad School out here. I'm off.

it'll be a nightmare fitting a full crib into our bedroom and we're so not ready to move anytime in the near future.

Liv's a Feb. model. So... umm...

That makes her over half a year old. 7 months? (Doesn't seem POSSIBLE.)

Also, your bedroom = WAY bigger than ours, and we were able to squeeze the crib in there until we could redo the floors in Lillian's room. It's doable.

Plei is right--she's just 7 months and just now too big for it. We used the co-sleeper exclusively for three months--hell, we didn't even put the crib together until she was four months. We've used it off and on for naps and travel since. Have you guys considered the Amby? I was sorely tempted to get one of those, but, Queen of Indecision that I am, just went with the same model of crib that we got for Owen.

Yay for JZ & Hec joining the dinner party!

My DH will be there, too. (Private prayer: Please let him find something on the menu he'll eat.) At the moment, he is watching BSG on DVD and keeps saying, "5 more minutes, then I'll shower." We may be late.

Also, your bedroom = WAY bigger than ours, and we were able to squeeze the crib in there until we could redo the floors in Lillian's room. It's doable.

I just don't see how it's doable, at least not without boxing up pretty much all the rest of our books and putting them into storage until the eventual move to the East Bay. My dad already has something like 10 boxes in his basement, we're making room for the bassinet by eliminating one of the two bookshelves in the bedroom, and it's still gonna be an unbearably tight squeeze.

Part of it is that, like a lot of SF apartments, this one has exactly three closets, two of them very small and narrow (living room, hallway, Emmett's room; wardrobe taking up floor space but no actual closet in the main bedroom). Between the wardrobe and the (nonfunctioning) fireplace, the amount of actual floor space in the bedroom is tiny, and there's no place else in the apt. for stuff to go. And we keep purging and purging, hauling bags and boxes of stuff to Goodwill, my dad's basement, Half Price Books, and the freecycle corner of the recycling center on our block, and it makes so little visible difference.

I can't actually think about it too much or I start to cry. Seriously. I love this place dearly but I hate how shittily it's been maintained, how little space there is and how much that little space has been carved into, and how little the owner has done to make it (or any other apt. in the building) functional and livable for anyone but a single adult.