Odds and Ends

When the sun decides to show itself in Seattle, the entire city reacts. Today is one of those days. I took a walk at lunch and everyone was smiling, and squinting their eyes - having not seen that bright ball of yellow in the sky for many, many months. It's the topic of everyone's conversations: "I hope the weather holds out for the weekend!" or, "It is so beautiful outside!", or "If I didn't see the sun soon, I was going to poke my eyes out!" (me).

That's how lame my life is. There just isn't much to write about other than the weather. Things are chuggin along. I'm feeling little lady bug wriggle around inside all the time now. She likes food alot - just like her mom. Everytime I eat a handful of peanut m&ms, I can feel her give me a few karate chops in appreciation. It's kinda freaky. Why doesn't she react to the handful of sugar snap peas I had at lunch? I hope she doesn't take after my freakish fiend for carbs.

We started the Massive Move - converting the office into a nursery. It started by moving our 900 lb armoire out of the living room and into the garage (which had to be organized and cleaned to make room for said mammoth). That gave room in the living room for the antique desk that was in the office, which made room for the smaller armoire downstairs to make its way into the soon to be nursery. Needless to say the house is an organizational nightmare right now. With 15 weeks left and counting, we got some work cut out for us.

My mom brought over a big pile of baby clothes she's accumulated on her almost daily visits to WallieMart and Marsh.alls. She decided to buy lots of Christmas outfits on clearance that are sized 0-3 mos. Lady Bug will be 6 mos at Christmas. I guess she figured that we could use them as emergency backup onesies. Strange. But perhaps they'll come in handy. Who knows? Certainly not me.

We're taking both sets of parents to see the Blind Boys of Alabama tonight. Should be an interesting night out on the town. But, a night out nonetheless! We're becoming such home bodies. I look longingly at the concert section of the paper, but know in my heart-of-hearts that I'd make it about half way through the first set before wanting to cut out early and crash at home.