As Promised, No Rants...

Several times in the past few days we've found ourselves repeating the new family mantra: "Every day we spend here brings us one day closer to going home." It's also known in its abbreviated form as "Two-and-a-half more months...." Not that we're anxious. I mean, gosh, we just got here--you'd think we'd have a little bit more in the tank. But no, you'd be wrong.

Ah well, you soldier on, I suppose. We're starting to find a new routine here, one that involves Theo not going crazy being confined to the house all day after spending the last month going outside for a walk nearly every day. I think he still feels like he's going to wake up and daddy or mommy will be gone, so I can understand his confusion. Still, a couple of rough nights in a row, and I'm ready to throw all my understanding out the window.

Great night tonight, though. We're establishing the new bedtime routine, which involves daddy giving a bath and feeding him his goodnight bottle. This is a good solution because (a) it gives Theo some solid daddy-time, (b) Steph doesn't like giving baths anyway, and (c) it gives her a chance to have some time to herself, which is always a good idea, especially after a month of solo parenting (plus some great help from parents). Bath time is always a hit, so I feel like I'm doing something productive, too. It's a win-win, really.

What else? I promised a light offering tonight, so I won't get into today's discussion of lesbian feminist theology. Interesting stuff, though. And Google needed another hit for that particular phrase, I think. Nice.

Oh, grad pictures got rescheduled, so I'm on tap for next Tuesday. This time I was smart enough to bring a white collared shirt back with me, so that's covered. I wasn't smart enough to bring my snow pants, though, so I'm only one for two.

Nothing else really startling, or even of note for that matter, occurred today. I'm tired, as usual, and Steph's finally getting over her cold. It's an occupational hazard of parenting that you're exposed to way too many bugs, and Steph's managed to catch something at every conceivable opportunity, which surprises neither of us.

And really, that's all I've got for the evening. Thanks for the patronage this week--I do appreciate seeing the hits on the site meter, so keep it up. And I'll be back here on Monday, regaling you with stories of tomorrow's trip to Superstore, a big video game tournament, and a visit to a new church. Exciting! See you then.