So work yesterday was a bit of a trip. For some reason (Friday air?) everyone was in a bit of a funny mood. Most everyone left early, I just got a few things done and then came home to my loving family. What I REALLY wanted to do yesterday was find a rocking chair. I don’t know if you’ve been to my house- but we have few pieces of sitting-type furniture. One is the futon- great for sitting- for short periods of time. Awful to sleep on. Then we have the “chair.” It was here when we moved in (mysteriously). I have been able to get comfy in it from time to time…but it’s a bit dilapidated and my feet don’t touch the floor. And for some reason I can’t figure out how the recliner function works on it on my own…I always need a bit of assistance. And really…that’s about it. Thinking about sitting up at night with Camper made me dream….LONG for a comfy chair that I can get in and out of easily, something that I can maybe….maybe even fall asleep in. So we went to RC Willey.
I know. We hate RC Willey. But they are cheaper and better than BabiesrUs or the other options we were seeing around (we’ve done some scouting) and after a hilarious hour of wandering around and sitting on everything in the place, we found the perfect Mom chair. It’s kind of a tiny recliner with cushy arms and good head support. It’s not the most gorgeous chair in the world- but what it lacks in style it makes up for in comfort and feasibility. John wanted red leather somethingorothers with remote controls and odd shaking functions. The one we finally decided on is definitely preferable. So John and our friend are off to pick it up and bring it home- and all in just 24 hours. My Mom laughed at me…I was still on a hyper high from work when we went and I kept saying funny things to the salesman. The kicker I guess was when he asked if we were going to pick up or arrange for delivery, and I looked him in the eye and asked, “Hey, do YOU have a truck?” He just sold it. So no luck there. Thank goodness for Gary and his willingness to move our stuffs around.
After THAT we met Jonathan at Kneaders for some dinner. I really wanted a regular sandwich. For those of you who didn’t grow up in Groton, a “regular” is salami on white with tomato and oil and pepper and provolone cheese. (Hold the lettuce). I asked the girl at the desk, “Do you have salami?” (It wasn’t listed.) She said, “Well, we do, but it only comes in the Mufallatto sandwich.” I said, “Well, if you have some for that sandwich, ostensibly you could create ANOTHER sandwich with just salami.” Meaning…seemingly…if you have the ingredients…let’s just rearrange them in a different way, shall we?
Her eyes seriously glazed over. Then she said, “I’d have to ask permission for that.”
I ended up getting ham. John and Mom think I lost her at ostensibly. I apparently need to work on my ordering vocabulary. Jonathan got there after we were already sitting down to eat, so he (asked my Mom for money, haha) and then went through the line on his own. He refilled my drink for me while he waited for his name to be called, then sat down for a minute and chatted. We were all just having an innocent conversation when the waitress called “MaryAnn!” Jonathan got up and, assuming he was joking, I started laughing, “You’re not MaryAnn!” “Yes, I am.” All nonchalant, walked up and picked up the basket. That’s when I really, really started laughing. “WHY DID YOU TELL HER MARYANN?” His reply, “Do you have any idea how many Jon’s there are around here?” He was completely serious. It killed me, I nearly wet myself. My brother is a wonder, that’s for sure.
After THAT we went home- it was beautious and breezy outside, so I wasn’t quite ready to be in for the night. John and I have wanted to find some pictures for Camper’s room- so we went out to look for something we liked. An hour later or so we came back home and I got the inkling to do a bit of rearranging…and this is where John became VERY GLAD my Mom was here. She and I stayed up til midnight arranging the nursery, putting up pictures and putting toys away and washing littttttllleee clothes and socks and towels. The results…very cute. I shall have to post some pictures. We still have a few things to get- but it really looks like a little boy’s room now! All the clothes and blankets are clean (I know…I’m not supposed to take tags off til he comes and we’re sure they fit, but hey, I was too excited) and placed in his dresser, and it just feels good. I’ve also started working on my hospital bag and Camper’s hospital bag, getting things together and ready slowly. I know we have a month left, but getting everything ready helps assuage the panic that comes when I think of pushing him out of me and into this world. And who knows? These kids these days…have a mind of their own. According to the doctor yesterday, he is probably 4 or 5 lbs. and measuring up just on schedule. Things are looking good :)
I love the name MaryAnn–your brother has great taste!! I fell in here accidentally. Congrats on your soon to be held first meeting with your soon to be newborn. I love the stat counter and am going to share it with a preggo coworker who I’m sure will want to steal, borrow or think about using it herself.
Have a great life.
I haven’t commented in a while, but anyways, not to scare you…My doctor estimated Cutter at 6.5-7lbs. This child came out 8.12. They compare it to a bag of flour when they push on your stomach! How technical…
I also have 2 boxes of stuff to send. I had one full and ready to go then I cleaned his dresser and found stuff that ended up filling another box…tags still on some. He’s growing way too fast. Love you and miss you!