Adjusting

[mmcirvin]

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.

Comments

[iayork.livejournal.com]

Carrying a tiny six-day-old baby in pink footie pajamas at Bickford's makes you the instant center of attention.

And how you got into her pink footie pyjamas ...

[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

Speaking of poopocalypse, you HAVE gotten a copy of Jeff Vogel's "The Poo Bomb", yes?

[sunburn.livejournal.com]

I was just IMing with Ranjit B. about stuff and had to tell him about that great word, poopocalypse.

Ranjit: eww!
sunburn: heh. It's just milk that's been through a baby!
Ranjit: babies don't improve milk.

Good point!