Inspirations from cheese in a can. joey, kelly, danny, and charlie

Something about the impending arrival of a new and permanent human in your house can really get you pensive.  Or maybe it’s the hormones.  Anyway, the list of things to get done before the baby comes seems to keep growing, despite our working steadily.  The baby doesn’t exactly have a functioning room yet, but Danny has a new one.  That seems to be a common thread.  The smallish human that already lives here is taking full advantage of his presence on the outside to commandeer the to-do list.  Hey, use what you got, I guess.

So, over the past couple of weeks, we have corrected some great wrongs against our little boy.

ONE:  His father and I took him to Waffle House.  He’s been before, but not when he was both capable of registering the fact and with his father.   So, here they are:

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TWO:  His Nana demonstrated the patience necessary to teach him to blow bubbles.  My attempts have fallen short, I always just pray for him to spill the whole bottle after about 10 minutes of “I HOLE IT.  I HOLE IT.  I HOLE IT.” and his ensuing frustration at lacking the coordination to hold the bottle, hold the wand, and blow.  Nana made it work.

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And THREE:  We took him to Krispy Kreme.  I know, I know, and there’s no excuse.  And yes, we took him to the one downtown where you can watch them make the donuts that you’re about to eat.  Though he preferred the ones with sprinkles.  He just stuck his finger in a hot one, and called that enough.  He’s pink in these pictures because the hot light is about two feet from his face.

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