Scenes From a Marriage, New Parent Edition

I'm nursing Baby Blue, and she makes about the cutest face ever -- while her right hand is clearly flashing the "East Coast" gang sign. I called in my husband, and we chuckled, and I said, "I wish I could get a picture of this."

In no more than THREE SECONDS FLAT, Superdad is standing in front of me with a camera.

And I said, "Um, you're not actually going to take this picture, are you?"

Holy crap you guys, we're getting a new roommate this week.

Another human being is moving in here in the next seven days. She won't be paying rent.

I've organized just about everything, except the areas that I really just can't. (Seriously -- it's hard to crawl into our closets, so those I've been trying to ignore. But now I'm going to have to obsess about them for the next three days, because I can't obsess about the linen closet anymore, because I cleaned it out.)

I'd pack my cats into boxes, except that seems cruel. But very organized . . . .

Speaking of which, my cats are high right now. We put these calming-pheromone collars on them so they don't freak out too much when we bring the tiny human home, and they are in a state of zen most often seen after too many special brownies. So I suppose I did "nest" the cats, although luckily enough for them that just included furminating and a new collar.

I highly recommend. These things kept them calm on a 24-hour car trip, the last four hours of which involved a Very Loud Radio and a driver who was belting every song she knew (I was trying to stay awake by any means necessary.) Needless to say, I lost my voice.

And, to bring this stream-of-consciousness back around, I was pregnant during that move.

So now, we continue to wait for the little . . . .