Yikes, Pix! That's a lot.

I continue to be pleased with the ascendance of my generation, as we approach middle age. We were saying this out to dinner recently, when every song they played was college-era for us. So I just saw an ad for a FIVE CD set of 90s R&B, called "That's My Jam." Seriously every song looks awesome. I probably still won't buy it, but whatever.

I am actually almost ready to leave the house, which is semi-shocking given my normal state of laziness. Now the dilemma: It's a beautiful day out, and Target is 2 miles away. I should really walk, but am feeling SO LAZY and wanting to take the bus. You know, I think if I walk there, I give myself permission to be more lazy the rest of the weekend, so it's worth doing. OK, sold.

I walked up to the farmers market and bought, among other things, three quarts of strawberries. One of which is already in my stomach. Mmmmmmm, so good. I think I'm gonna get some gardening in before my morning shower. It's such a gorgeous day here I can't even describe it.

Yoiks, Pix, that's a bad day.

We have a haircut for Gracie this morning and then Lowe's build and grow. I so desperately want to just sit home and watch stuff on TV.

Timelies all!

Sorry you had such a crappy day, Pix.

Passover ends tonight. Yay. (I suspect we won't be waiting until sundown.)

we have soccer at 1:30, until I am stealing Kat's wish and sitting in the recliner and watching tv. one benefit of an older mac, he can entertain himself (as long as it is electronic).

It is nothing but rainy and dreary here today. Which leads to (1) oversleeping, because the bedroom never got morning sunlight, and (2) the incomparable smell of wet dog, since Kato hates to be toweled off when he comes in. I would corner him with a blow-dryer, except then the smell would be HOT wet dog. Ick.

Happy Saturday, y'all! Man, last night was the third night in a row I wasn't awake for hours at a stretch. Amazing how good I feel today.

The plan for later today is to take a trip to Target (and the nearby burger stand with the awesome milkshakes) to return a few things and pick up a few more. M's dept threw him a baby shower yesterday, so we now have more swaddles & burp cloths than we can imagine needing (having said that, we'll probably go through them all in 48 hours), but we're still missing a few things I think we'll probably want pretty soon -- a changing pad, a second car-seat base, etc.

I must admit, I'd never given much thought to gift receipts before all these baby showers (I had two -- one given by my choir and one at work), but now I will never give a shower gift without one. We have received no fewer than four "baby bathtime" kits, with only one gift receipt among them; I'm hoping one of our other currently pregnant friends will want at least one of our extras. We also received a very nice baby monitor that we had registered for, as well as another baby monitor of a different brand, with no receipt. Of course, the one with no receipt gets much worse reviews overall and is the one we'd rather return if we could. I guess we'll probably keep both for now and try the one we can't return first; if we're happy with it and it doesn't break down right away (a common complaint, apparently), we'll return the other one. But I admit I'm a little miffed at feeling like we can't use the one we actually wanted. (Though I am certainly grateful for both gifts! They were both very thoughtful; it's just that one might not be quite right for us.)

we now have more swaddles & burp cloths than we can imagine needing (having said that, we'll probably go through them all in 48 hours)

Heh. Emmett needed a burp cloth for every meal he ever had until he was two. Matilda? Never. Some are more blurpy than others.

Babies are coming!

Bubblewrap suit for Pix. And a bike helmet.

I've marketed, pedicured and shopped. Load of laundry in the washer, which I have to monitor because it has Devi's cube in it (my mom has the same washer and assures me it can be done.) After the spin cycles end, I can start cleaning (can't have the vacuum drown out the sound of the washer unbalancing....)

Then swim, then manicure, then fall down?