excited!

One of my closest friends is 20 weeks pregnant, and I am so excited about it! I realized why this morning - it's sort of like getting a neice or nephew - all the excitement of !!BABY!! without any of the actual work for me. And since the odds of either of my siblings reproducing soon/at all are slim...

On the plus side, I have a really nice baby. He's great and easy and healthy and stuff. We had him sleep in the playpen last night, and he slept according to his current routine (down at 7:30, asleep until 12, nurse, sleep until 3:30, nurse) and then was restless and not settling himself so we brought him into bed, and he did sleep well, until 7am. A good start, for 3.5 months old. Had icy paws in the night, though. And his characteristic nighttime noises (leg thumps, slurping on hand, farting) are no quieter when he is in the crib in our room as opposed to in our bed.

I was all excited to get paid today and buy me/us a treat (the treat being cute clothes for the kids), but my paycheck isn't actually enough to allow me to do that, with the rent due on Wednesday and all. Frell.

mr. flea's bad day

First he did part 2 of his dissertation proposal defense (carried over from last week, when they ran out of time) and his committee told him that's he's bitten off too much and needs to seriously consider the scope of work. They were nice, but he is disappointed.

Then he got in a car accident - he was the striker, not the strikee, but it was the other guy's fault. Our car is drivable but needs body work; the other guy (in a minivan) had a bent rear axle and may be totaled. The other guy did have insurance, nobody hurt (though mr. flea indignant his airbag did not deploy). They waited in a convenience store parking lot for more than an hour, at a major intersection, talked to the police 4 times, and the officer sent out COULD NOT FIND THEM. Finally gave up and drove to the substation, but it doesn't count as leaving the scene because they tried, and I guess the other guy admitted fault (he pulled out into traffic; mr. flea had the right of way.)

So now he is driving home in cold rain and we'll load up the Dillo and go pick up my pump and 6 oz of milk from my office where I forgot it (and I thought my day was bad for that!) and pick up Casper and maybe pick up some ice cream and come home and have some chicken cacciatore (already cooked) and drink red wine and try to make the poor bunny feel better.

In good news I got a hefty Child Care Reimbursement Account check in the mail, so maybe I can order Casper new (pink!) shoes and the Dillo a cute jacket anyway.