and then there were three

Lauren Abigail Connors

Born at 1:13 p.m. on 8/29/2005 at FairfaxHospital, VA

1'-9" and 7lbs

there's a 5AM?!? what else haven't you told me?

Please to be noting the post time.

It is indeed a scary thought upon rising from bed that this, sleep-wise, is the best you're going to feel all day. And speaking of day, when the night attached to the aforementioned day swings round, well mister, the sleep - she may be hard to come by.

Stay tuned.

the calm before the storm - part the second

By this time tomorrow I shall be a father.

Exactly what have I gotten myself into?

I spoke with my brother-in-law today. Said he had the mental picture of me pacing around the house chain-smoking. Which is funny of course because I didn't think to do exactly that. Cigarettes would likely have helped.

We've obviously known this was going to happen for some time. But heretofore, it hasn't really been my problem per se. There was some painting to be sure, and some organization, and quite a bit of discussion re: the name, but from my perspective things have just been creeping along. Until lately of course when the spectre of "it could happen at any time now" reared its narcissistic head and really cut into my drinking. Oh scotch, we hardly knew ye...

But tomorrow is it and it's an odd sensation to be sure. All along we imagined that one night we'd simply be plunged into it - that there would be some frantic driving, hopefully not overly long with the whole delivery thing, and then we'd be parents. But instead, the delivery date came and went and now inducment is scheduled for the unholy hour of 6AM. Surely a more hospitable time was available?

At any rate, this is all very, well, FedEx like - "So we ordered this kid like nine months ago. Got the notice saying she arrives tomorrow." So I guess that's it.

See you tomorrow kiddo.

the calm before the storm - part the first

T-minus 31 hours. Or thereabouts.

In an effort to have the home in something approaching order before the chaos that is to come, I have been instructed to organize the basement. To be fair, it is mostly - in point of fact nearly entirely - my stuff. I have endured with good humor the jibes re: organizing my stuff as opposed to our stuff but it is largely true. While there are items that belong to us, it is stunning even to me, the original purchaser, the sheer volume of items. All of them useful to be sure, but good lord. A peek at the highlight reel:

• An embarassing number of skis (all of them mine) for someone who lives in Virginia. Different types, different purposes but... nevermind. There's no justifying it.
  
• All manner of climbing gear. Truth be told, far too much for someone of my middling talent.
  
• Geek stuff that may or may not revolve around a now dormant interest in flight simulators.
  
• Far too many scraps of kitchen flooring that might (although I can't imagine how) be used again

You get the idea.

Some of this stuff does actually get used - I've got pictures and everything. And I'm looking forward to using it all again, but I've got some stuff to do.