
That place smells like dirty diapers and lavender, which is what my house will start to smell like in less than a month.
Today was project day. Through the entire month on July, I was working 6 day weeks, with the exception of my quick getaway with the family to Louisville, KY to visit the family. It was tiring and exhausting, and left very little time to work on the baby's room.
Well, last week we finally made progress. You know like the time you started to listen to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon and with The Wizard of Oz to see if the lyrics matched the movie. You know it isn't going to work, but you are too stoned to really care. Too far out there? I digress.
But the room is painted. Crib is assembled, which was a complete pain in the ass. The mattress was sheeted, the window was curtained, and the glider chair; well, that was placed in the corner and made to look cozy. The only thing left to do was paint the dresser. Oh joy!
Painting to me, is like what child birth is to women. Messy and painful. I mean at the end of child birth, at least you get a prize. After the dresser was painted I had a sore back and had paint everywhere. There is no happy ending in painting. Even famous artists like DaVinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello didn't really get their greatest recognition until 1984 when Mirage Studios created the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
The room is coming along nicely, despite the lack of painting enthusiasm. Just another few weeks and there will be something other than the cats living in the room and sleeping on the custom made sheets, quilts, and pillows made by my mom. Wifey's mom also made a crib set, but she is still putting those finishing touches on it.
What wifey also doesn't know is that I secretly snapped a photo of her belly when Dave Ritz was over for the latest podcast. And for those of you who commented, you can get Dave's music at his website, which I so conveniently linked for you.

Her latest doctor's appointment was today. There is an ultra sound scheduled for next week. Wifey has measured a little large, so they are gonna get an approximate weight of the baby and size. If baby continues at this pace, we could have a 10 pounder on our hands. That freaks her out a little more. And by a little, I mean she belabored this point all day today while we were out navigating the circles of hell.