Daddy's Good Intentions

Baby Bean, I want to share the following email with you. I read it about once a week and it makes me laugh out loud every time--it's your dad's earnest determination that pushes my giggle button.

"We should really make a choice on the mural for the kid's room so I can start getting things together. It takes a few weeks for it to come in once you place your order, and I'll need to get paint together and all that fun stuff.

This week, I'm going to start cleaning out the den and getting it ready for its new occupant. I want to go through and trash what I can, and I'm going to start loading up the stamp room with stuff (piling it out of the way until we can incorporate it all into the stamp room). I'd also like to get the big computer desk torn down soon and get the PC set up in the stamp room. That's right, I've got big plans, and it's time to get started. I'm done sitting around.

Also, I want a big net suspending in the air in a corner in the kid's room. This net should be filled with many stuffed animals. I would like a monkey and a snake dangling from the net. We need to make this happen. Baby wipes were the first step, and now the dam has been opened."

Whew! That was October 26, and for two nights (as far as I know) he worked on your room. To date, there is a big trash bag under the desk (that's right, the desk that has not been torn down) and nothing has been removed. We have not decided on a mural, because we disagree on getting one that takes up the whole wall with trees and forest creatures or a tree here and there with a bunny, a squirrel, and a bird or two. No stuffed animals have been purchased, not even a monkey, but we do have baby wipes and a Pat the Bunny book that a friend from work gave me.

We love you. We think about you all the time. Your room will be ready for you long before you need it, unless you decide to arrive way before scheduled. But you should know what procrastinators your parents are. In my defense, you've just started sharing a little energy with me. In your dad's defense, it's not so fun to do that stuff alone. And isn't it good to know how excited he is and how he started nesting before your mom did. We're both very lucky.

Baby Wipes = A few weeks ago, your dad realized that we had not spent a penny on you yet. He couldn't help himself and came home from the grocery store with baby wipes. He promptly informed me (in "official" Consumer Report fashion) that these baby wipes were the number one brand, which is important because the only thing worse than a diaper blowout is your thumb busting through a baby wipe. He went on to explain that these were big enough to get all the mess with one wipe and thick enough to keep the previously mentioned thumb incident from being a concern. And there you have it.