deeply silly

...or a sign of the coming consumer apocalypse?

I present to you "Dear Johnnies," (http://www.dearjohnnies.com/index.php) fashionable versions of hospital gowns designed for delivering mothers. Because "having a baby is an extraordinary experience, and moms deserve to wear something better than an ordinary hospital gown." They run $65.

Now, I've delivered two babies. The first time I was buck naked for at least the last 3 hours of the process. The second time I barely made it into the hospital gown. In neither case did I give a rat's ass about the thread count of the fabrics involved, or the cuteness of the print. Dear Johnnies are available color-coordinated so you can match the gender of your baby. They are 100% cotton, so I suppose if you wanted to you could launder them thoroughly to get out the sweat, blood, and other possible bodily fluids out of them afterwards. Me, I'm happy to have the hospital do that job, and then simply put on my own bathrobe from home for the period after the baby is born.

damn it

So, we are not moving to Cincinnati any time soon. The EPA wrote to say they have no money for the postdoc they were trying to create for mr. flea.

Good things to come out of this news: I don't have to deal with the angst of moving to Cincinnati (since the EPA in Cincinnati is mr. flea's ideal workplace, if he got this job he was going to take it); mr. flea can look for a job with better salary and benefits than this one was promising.

The bad parts: he has applied for a couple of post-docs and sent out a cold resume to a third place, and that's all he's got in the hopper right now. If we're going to be living here this summer, we need to be making plans for Casper's care. If we're going to be moving, we've already missed the deadlines for applying to magnet schools in many areas. I am so ready for this stress and uncertainty to be over, and it's only February.