A Few Nursery Pics

I'm really sort of a huge dork about this. Lately I have only one default topic of conversation. I can't even go to the town dump without rambling to the dump guy that the reason I'm bringing three carloads of cardboard to be recycled is that my wife and I are expecting our first child, and we just had the shower, and we just finished setting up the nursery…

Speaking of which, the nursery is all set up now! In keeping with the storybook theme we framed the covers of some of our favorite children's books growing up and spent a Saturday hanging them all just right. The final step was putting up the ceiling fans that we bought two years ago and never got around to putting up until just now. My wife's cousin and her husband came over so he could help we with that and what should have been a simple 30 minute task ended up stretched into almost seven hours between Home Depot selling me the wrong equipment and our house's Kafkaesque wiring set up.

But I'll save the details of that for when I launch the Electrician Blog and Grill. For now, I wanted to share some of the pictures my wife took of the end result. So here you go, assuming I'm adding them to this correctly:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, it worked! Pretty cool, huh?

So, just some other thoughts, now. My favorite thing about this upcoming election – which is to say, the only thing about this election that doesn't make me want to barf myself to death – is that now that we're in the final weeks leading up to it, any story about it that I read online or hear on the radio is going to include some variation on the phrase, "With only twenty days left," or however many days are actually left. And for me, this has become (close enough) to a countdown to Donovan, too, since our due date is just one day after the election. 

Obviously the accuracy of this countdown is a bit dubious, but it's nice how quickly my internal monologue can shift from, "Grrrr, Trump," to "Oh yeah, Donovan's almost here!"

Last night I dreamed that we found out that the previous predictions and ultrasounds were wrong, and that we're having a girl instead of a boy. Kaite was so disappointed! So many of my dreams lately – the ones I can remember anyway – have involved either Donovan or my own father. My subconscious is rarely so… unsubtle.

Anyway, I'll leave you as always with Jeff's Dad Joke of the day. This is a good one, my favorite knock-knock joke of all time.

Q: Knock knock!

A:

Actually I realized this doesn't really work without you here to participate. That's too bad. Sorry for the disappointing end to this blog post. For what it's worth, it was Interrupting Cow. I was going to tell Interrupting Cow. If you don't know Interrupting Cow go ask your dad. He'll let you.

See you next week!

Bye!