It’s been a while since I posted. Sorry y’all. Life got in the way. That and some extra work I took on the side to bring in a few extra bucks (copyediting). Also, we’re still kind of finishing moving in. (Though we’re really just about done as of now.) 

So all of our baby furniture arrived on Friday. It looks great. We coordinated the arrival of the crib, dresser, hutch, and changing table with the rocker-glider, so the baby’s room has got its basics. The wood looks beautiful and we’ve got lots of great space to fill up with baby things. Now we just need to hang our farm chic paintings. We’re preparing our apartment for our future roommate. Of course, this little freeloader ain’t paying rent. 

Changing table, dresser, and crib.

This is how excited I was just after I finished putting the stroller together. Yes, I was in comfy pants.

Grandpa Davis (that is, Grandpa Davis to the Spicy Peanut) also got us the travel system (carseat plus stroller), so we’re feeling great! I suppose you only have a few options when it comes to the Chicco Cortina, but we chose the stylish green/brown/grey combination. It was surprisingly easy to put together, given how not handy I am. (If you can’t be handy, then at least be handsome.)

I also now have the Diaper Dude. Is it weird to say that I can’t wait to start carrying diapers around? This thing is badass.

A colleague also donated two large bags of girl baby clothes to us. Like two huge bags. She said that she had already given away the gender neutral clothes to our other colleagues (who are all having boys), so the see-through bags were, shall we say, rather pink. So we had the pleasure of washing and folding the pieces we kept and putting them into our drawers. 

Add some antennae onto Filbert and this plus baby makes a dangerously cute combination.

One of the best finds (IMHO) – a little ladybug costume with tiny wings. Note to self: pair the peanut in this costume along with Filbert wearing antennas and red spots on his black body. It will be a swirling black hole of cuteness. No one will survive. 

We took our diapering class on Saturday. (We’re using a cloth diaper service.) It still kind of blows my mind that we can put a bag of dirty diapers outside our door and they get magically whisked away and replaced with a bag full of clean ones. Would they know the difference if I crapped on a dish towel and put it in the bag? I’m not sure, but I am sure that it’s 100% worth finding out.

80 diapers a week. That’s what you get with the service. The number kind of makes the reality sink in. Let’s see. That means a diaper for every 2.1 hours. Soon enough I will be debating with fellow parents the finer points of diaper usage, such as what level of fecal contamination necessitates a new diaper. 

I am fearing that my blog posts are getting too scatological. 

On Monday we had a doctor’s appointment that happened to be at the place we’re going to deliver, and we got into the elevator with a couple who was clearly just leaving the hospital with a newborn boy in a carseat. Anne kept it together just until we stepped outside the hospital when she burst into happy tears. We can’t wait!

Our lovely rocker-glider. Thanks Bea and Patrick! Look how beautiful and happy Anne is!