Jul 27 2007
Tales of Expectancy
We went to pick up our crib at Babies ‘R Us Wednesday night. It’s relatively light in the package, but very wide, and did not fit in the Kia. So…we went to Home Depot, took some free twine from the lumber section, and tied the sucker to the rails on the roof as best we could…which wasn’t very good.
So driving home, I’m sitting in the back seat, my back against the door, head out of the car, with one hand on the front of the box, and one on the back. Tina’s driving safe and slow. Then, over a loud speaker, I hear, “You have got to be kidding, right? Seriously. You’re joking, right?” I look back to see two cops cracking up in their squad car. They told me to get in the front seat, put on my seat belt, and then they let me go. The crib arrived home safely, and after some homemade chipotle burgers, Jan helped us put it together.
Last night, we had our first birthing class, complete with several scary, alien-head-popping-from-body videos. Quite sobering. One woman broke down weeping in absolute fear.
Nice cross section of L.A. represented there, too. Yuppies, hippies, hipsters, surfers, agents, trophy wives, and just about every race you could imagine. Pretty cool, in fact, if only one dad, who is clearly ready to be a father, hadn’t brutally assaulted a vending machine when his pretzels didn’t emerge.
Babies love mobiles like fat kids love cake.
How funny about the loud speaker and cop car! Of all weeks for Brian and I not to be there! I probably would have been laughing with the cops too! Glad they let you go and the Sophie’s room is coming together!
Your backs are gonna hurt unless you move the matress up.
That’s as high as it goes, but the mattress isn’t in yet, so that will give us a few inches.
Looks so cute . I will come out Wednesday to see you and Sophie’s room in person. If you read this Jan, it is your turn to cook! (just kidding, we can manage some more fried chicken)
The crib story is a great addition to the rest of the Ca. adventures.
The best part was watching Brad turn into “a good southern boy” as he does whenever there’s authority around — with lots of “yes sirs” and a southern drawl in his tone!
I categorically deny the notion that I fake Southern when confronted with “authority.” I am a polite person by nature and upbringing, but the idea that I “drawl” on purpose is silly.
I guess you don’t consider me an authority, since you have never said “Yes, Madame” to me. I’m insulted.
I’m authority and i’ve never been called sir by the (sometimes) southern gentlemen.
Oh boy Chad – why would you leave a comment like you being authority wide open for me to comment on? Ok ok, I’ll be nice as I very much respect your profession, …..but seriously:)
You’ll be in Florence sometime, and i’ll be there waiting.
As long as you don’t bring any immigration officers with you – I’m not scared.