A truly uneventful weekend, which is not at all something to complain about. The three of us took a couple small outings into town, but mainly just milled about the house trying to mentally prepare for my return back to work, and Betsey's return to school. Her lab takes her to OHSU in Portland on one random day each week. This week it is looking like Thursday, and Aunt Abby is going to look after her while Betsey is in class. In aid of all this, we ordered a breast pump and bought a bottle.
Let me just rant for a minute about bottles. Why the cuss aren't the nipples a standardized size at the base? Seriously, if I like, say, the Playtex nipples (BPA and pthalate free) and the Evenflo bottles (because they're glass), I'm cuss out of luck. Seriously? Cuss!! Cussing capitalist pig dogs!
Grace put it best:
Ahem.
The crib arrived in the mail, and I assembled it. It looks really nice in the unfinished nursery, which I really need to finish.
Actually, I guess I can kind of detail everything that needs to be done in the nursery. It might be interesting.
I can't remember if it was the weekend, or maybe Friday, but we ordered new closet doors for the nursery, and they are supposed to arrive at the Home Depot around the 21st. Once the doors are installed, I can put up the door trim. Once the door trim is up, I can accurately measure how much baseboard I need. Once I have the baseboard, I can miter and learn how to cope the wood. Then it's a similar story for the crown molding. Once everything is fitting correctly, I can prime and paint it before nailing it in place. With the visual elements completed, there is still some wiring to attend to, which means crawling under the house. One electrical outlet needs grounding still. Finally, the light switch needs replacing (maybe with a dimmer), and depending on how easy it looks, that switch should really get a proper ground as well. Over the weekend, I was in the
This weekend, Grace also decided to sleep a little less well at night. She's been generally more fussy than in the first two weeks, which I guess is pretty normal. Generally, colic begins in the second week, so as long as we can avoid that, we'll be pretty pleased. She's had some rough moments. I cut my nails and, during a cleaning, ended up scratching her little bun in a place that gets dirty quite often. Her tummy button bled a couple drops (also apparently normal), and a few moments without hand protection led to a slew of new face scratches. So, we can understand her being a bit fussier, but that doesn't really make it easier.
So that's us for now. We're doing great all in all, but it's not easy, and, I guess, it's not really supposed to be. C'est la vie.
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I was in the attack examining the bracing in the ceiling
Make your time! All your joist are belong to us!
I have no chance to sleep. Make my mistakes!
I know the feeling, it'll get better, and then worse, and then better ;)
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