Much like the Miami Heat, I was guilty of premature celebration in terms of getting Zia's room ready. A while back I was strutting around like The Ladies' Man because I finished painting, not realizing that getting a room painted and all the paint out of my cornea was only step 1 of about 400 in terms of actually completing the room.
But, I think today, we are really, finally, 100% close to almost being done. We received some bitchin' paintings from the David Mills studio / Wall to Wall paintworks that are now hanging above what will be the changing table, once I finally convince my work to just direct deposit my paycheck to Babies R Us to save time. (Dave is taking his talents to Austin later this summer, so I'll have an excuse to hit up ACL finally!)
Pay no attention to the Asian baby in the other picture frame. Rachel assures me that our baby will indeed come out skinny, white and awkward, just like me.
Aside from the room, I have assembled just about every child's swing and stroller ever created. Either the items we are receiving are getting progressively harder to assemble or I am getting dumber, because for the first few items, I used all the parts, but lately if I find a place for over 60% of the pieces, I consider it a win. The most egregious example of my shoddy workmanship is the glider we have, where only 50% of the levers actually do anything.
(the lever you see on the right is purely cosmetic)
Rachel is still feeling and looking great. The doctor told us that even if she went into labor that day (which was last week), he wouldn't try to stop the pregnancy... I guess we are finally in the home stretch. So really, Zia could be born at any time now. That means that Rachel's water could break at any moment. Knowing that she could accidentally pee her pants and blame it on her water breaking has given Rachel a bit of a swagger lately.
As for me, well, as usual I don't have anything witty or exciting to say. I'm at a bit of a crossroads at work, having been offered a promotion I don't really want, with the alternative probably being that I won't have a job. "Up or out" is kind of dumb if you ask me... I'm perfectly content hovering. Rachel keeps telling me to find out what I want to do with my life, but unfortunately sitting around and playing with my kid doesn't pay that well. Sorry, this is getting a little facebook-y.... so here's 2 other pictures of the room to distract you from my pensiveness:
Hope everyone is doing well! One more month!
But, I think today, we are really, finally, 100% close to almost being done. We received some bitchin' paintings from the David Mills studio / Wall to Wall paintworks that are now hanging above what will be the changing table, once I finally convince my work to just direct deposit my paycheck to Babies R Us to save time. (Dave is taking his talents to Austin later this summer, so I'll have an excuse to hit up ACL finally!)
Pay no attention to the Asian baby in the other picture frame. Rachel assures me that our baby will indeed come out skinny, white and awkward, just like me.
Aside from the room, I have assembled just about every child's swing and stroller ever created. Either the items we are receiving are getting progressively harder to assemble or I am getting dumber, because for the first few items, I used all the parts, but lately if I find a place for over 60% of the pieces, I consider it a win. The most egregious example of my shoddy workmanship is the glider we have, where only 50% of the levers actually do anything.
Rachel is still feeling and looking great. The doctor told us that even if she went into labor that day (which was last week), he wouldn't try to stop the pregnancy... I guess we are finally in the home stretch. So really, Zia could be born at any time now. That means that Rachel's water could break at any moment. Knowing that she could accidentally pee her pants and blame it on her water breaking has given Rachel a bit of a swagger lately.
As for me, well, as usual I don't have anything witty or exciting to say. I'm at a bit of a crossroads at work, having been offered a promotion I don't really want, with the alternative probably being that I won't have a job. "Up or out" is kind of dumb if you ask me... I'm perfectly content hovering. Rachel keeps telling me to find out what I want to do with my life, but unfortunately sitting around and playing with my kid doesn't pay that well. Sorry, this is getting a little facebook-y.... so here's 2 other pictures of the room to distract you from my pensiveness:
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