My Wife is not a Toaster
Okay, the bread's been in there for forty weeks, but that doesn't mean we have to all sit around staring, waiting, wondering if those coils are going to pop...
Her parents are pre-positioned, having arrived Wednesday on a spur-of-the-moment decision influenced by the desire to beat some nasty W.VA weather and the fact that their grandson woke up asking where the hell they were.
We all went out and enjoyed some Hard Times Cafe chili to let Ryan get his Country Music Ya-Yas out (really leaning towards buying my daughter that adorable pink Metallica t-shirt now), then opened belated birthday presents for Ryan, pre-existence presents for "TBD", and a third box of Christmas presents from our dear yet ridiculous Aunt Pat.
Thursday was a dull day until a 4 o'clock meeting with the former Ambassador to Kazakhstan, so I didn't get home until 6. Ryan had refused the polite offer of an afternoon nap, so he was pretty much baked by 7 after an impromptu Christmas Carol session and a quick dinner with Dad, though the real story was Ainsley having minor, unorganized contractions. We all felt like that would be the night, and we hit they hay early.
Ryan woke up from 10:30 to 11, then Ainsley tossed and turned and snoozed off and on, and the contractions stopped.
So YAY back to work I went. Being Securitively Cooperative.
tick tick tick
Her parents are pre-positioned, having arrived Wednesday on a spur-of-the-moment decision influenced by the desire to beat some nasty W.VA weather and the fact that their grandson woke up asking where the hell they were.
We all went out and enjoyed some Hard Times Cafe chili to let Ryan get his Country Music Ya-Yas out (really leaning towards buying my daughter that adorable pink Metallica t-shirt now), then opened belated birthday presents for Ryan, pre-existence presents for "TBD", and a third box of Christmas presents from our dear yet ridiculous Aunt Pat.
Thursday was a dull day until a 4 o'clock meeting with the former Ambassador to Kazakhstan, so I didn't get home until 6. Ryan had refused the polite offer of an afternoon nap, so he was pretty much baked by 7 after an impromptu Christmas Carol session and a quick dinner with Dad, though the real story was Ainsley having minor, unorganized contractions. We all felt like that would be the night, and we hit they hay early.
Ryan woke up from 10:30 to 11, then Ainsley tossed and turned and snoozed off and on, and the contractions stopped.
So YAY back to work I went. Being Securitively Cooperative.
tick tick tick
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