![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
We found a buyer for our house just the weekend before last, and yesterday we did the dickering on the house we want to buy and came to an agreement. It's all moving forward, and everyone has been extraordinarily helpful in working around Sam's labor and delivery and our early days with Marjorie.
The buyer's inspection of our place was this morning, so we had to get out for a little while, and we went for breakfast at Bickford's with the baby. Carrying a tiny six-day-old baby in pink footie pajamas at Bickford's makes you the instant center of attention. It almost makes you feel like it's all worth it.
We got home, fed the baby again (she's suddenly gotten much more skilled and enthusiastic about feeding), and Sam was about to hand the baby off to me and lie down for a well-deserved nap when the siding people started hammering on the house again, just like they did all through Sam's early labor. Oh, well, they probably helped sell the house just by being demonstrably in the process of doing their job, so I shouldn't complain too much.
I'm carrying the baby in her sling right now, and she's dozing, but with all the milk she tossed back this morning I expect the poopocalypse to come at any second.
The buyer's inspection of our place was this morning, so we had to get out for a little while, and we went for breakfast at Bickford's with the baby. Carrying a tiny six-day-old baby in pink footie pajamas at Bickford's makes you the instant center of attention. It almost makes you feel like it's all worth it.
We got home, fed the baby again (she's suddenly gotten much more skilled and enthusiastic about feeding), and Sam was about to hand the baby off to me and lie down for a well-deserved nap when the siding people started hammering on the house again, just like they did all through Sam's early labor. Oh, well, they probably helped sell the house just by being demonstrably in the process of doing their job, so I shouldn't complain too much.
I'm carrying the baby in her sling right now, and she's dozing, but with all the milk she tossed back this morning I expect the poopocalypse to come at any second.
no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 04:57 pm (UTC)And how you got into her pink footie pyjamas ...
no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 10:58 pm (UTC)(I occasionally take a look at the growth or shrinkage of my friend-of list, and I've noticed that baby posts are the one thing that tends to cause net defriending, though it is very slight and the hardcore readers seem to enjoy the baby posts. The posts that are most effective at causing people to friend me, and also post lots of comments, are mad-as-hell political rants, a fact that makes me slightly uncomfortable. The posts with pictures of Saturn in them, on the other hand, get few comments but are the ones most likely to get people in non-LiveJournal blogs to link to me.)
I enjoy the baby posts
Date: 2006-08-17 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 02:45 pm (UTC)He just went up a notch in my estimation.
no subject
Date: 2006-08-17 08:06 pm (UTC)Ranjit: eww!
sunburn: heh. It's just milk that's been through a baby!
Ranjit: babies don't improve milk.
Good point!