Preparing for the New Housemate

They say not to move just before you have a baby. The thing is, how do you get away without moving? That is to say, significant rearranging.

We painted the office and moved our bedroom furniture into it. Dad helped us figure out how to screw in the headboard.


Mom painted both the new bedroom and the new baby's room. We used the lighter blue color from three of the walls in the baby's room and ended up liking it so much that both rooms are the same color. The dark blue shown here functioned as a visual headboard for our bed when this was our room. It was a little overpowering as an accent in the baby's room.
In order to match the color, which had been discontinued in the four years since I had painted the room, Jonathan cut off a piece of the paint from one corner to take in for matching. We learned an important lesson (and hopefully someone else did too) in checking both the paint color and name when picking up custom-mixed paint from the home improvement store paint counter. We turned in our piece of paint to be matched and mixed and returned an appropriate amount of time later to find no paint can, no paint chip and no sign of the employee who had helped us. We were able to determine that our can had likely been picked up by someone else, the chip had either been taped to the can or tossed and the employee in question had left for the day. Fortunately, we were able to look back through the computer records and make a reasonable guess on the order based on the time and approximate color.

I was most emphatically not in favor of having the computer station remain in our bedroom. We found a desk that would just fit into the cubby under the attic stairs in the dining area.

It was not specifically designed as a computer station so Jonathan drilled holes in the back for the various cords.

We tripped around this hodge-podge of office stuff (there is really no other word for it than that) and baby furniture for several weeks as we reorganized or chucked things up into the attic space.

Until, on March 28th, we considered ourselves ready to bring the baby home.


Which was good, because....

*We were unsure of the ultimate purpose of the misquito netting but it doubled nicely as cat hair protection.

Full Term

Last minute baking with the bun in the oven!

Palm Sunday:
Thump me, I'm ready!

Final Couple Adventures

Our plans for a weekend away for a babymoon were foiled by six weeks of illness during the critical time. We did manage a few special outings, however, including a trip to the symphony on my last day of work, March 26th and a visit to my brother's church in Olympia.

In a grand gesture before our Sunday drives went on hiatus, we drove up to Bellingham to both see mountains and walk by the beach. The day could not have been nicer.



As a bonus, we ran into Christine's husband, son and in-laws on the boardwalk. I had a few moments of double takes before deciding that I was sure enough of their identity to greet them. Who wants to be that person who approaches perfect strangers convinced of their acquaintance?


I recognized this local ice cream shop from trips to visit friends at Western and convinced Jonathan that the baby really wanted dessert. Lots of exotic flavors to taste, culminating in two fabulous scoops of mocha and mint oreo. This may be a required stop from now on.
Any suggestions for more local ice cream stops?