Satchmo and Blue Walls
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
The pink rose walls of the guest room are turning into the blue walls of the nursery. My father-in-law came over today and did a great job putting on the first coat of paint. Soon there will be a border around the room at some height as yet determined, a border that has blue edges and sports sailboats, tops, hobby horses, teddy bears, blocks, toy planes and trucks and balls.
I told Karen that if we end up having a girl after all, I will sue the five (so far) doctors who have assured us we are having a boy for the funds for new paint and border.
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And tho I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
I wish I could have helped, but the last few times I've been around paint fumes I've been hurled into headache hell. As it was, I spent a few hours with an ice pack around my head, asleep in front of the Yankees game.
So instead I'm washing baby clothes and sheets and whatever else is in the basket Karen ordered me to wash. I guess I might as well get in practice.
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
My sister in California (who I'm trying to convince to come out here in September, making it the first time our whole family has been together in over 18 years) sent us a gift card to a Big Box Industrial Toy Complex (BBITC), so before going to the birthday party of mum-in-law, Karen and Kane and I went shopping for baby stuff. This, I think, is going to be a problem in the end, because it was lots of fun.
One of our baby shower presents was this diaper disposal thingy. While at BBITC, we looked at the refill sausage skins that go with the thingy, and saw that they had a special, buy three get a fourth free. That sounded pretty good to me, but Karen drew my attention to the cost of the refills. Hmm, didn't sound like too much, until she explained that infants go through about fourteen diapers a day. Doing the math, that meant one refill would last around ten days. So far, still so good. Then, she told me how long a child lives in diapers, and it turns out that they will need them for years. Slowly, it dawned on me. We would need to get a second mortgage for sausage skin diaper thingy refills. For the cost of just two month's refills, we could get a different type that used any kind of plastic bag, and it was made in America to boot (well, Ontario, California, which is close to America).
And, somehow, I guess, babies can get colic by using the wrong kind of bottle nipple. You need to use a nipple that is shaped like, well, a nipple. Until this discovery, mankind had become almost extinct due to colic in babies (you probably don't remember that, as you were too young when it happened). But, you can buy a box of three nipple-shaped nipple bottles for $12, or five for $30. While on the subject of bottle nipples, it turns out that a baby needs a different sized and shaped nipple as they grow, which of course makes a nursing mother's nipples useless after the first few months (see previous reference to colic). I suppose that is why they have silicone breast implants (for some reason, they look much bigger on TV - the implants, although now that I think about it...).
And when you speak...angels sing from above
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs
As I sat down at the computer, I heard that sound you hear when several semi-filled plastic bottles are rolled like bowling balls on a linoleum floor. I got up to investigate, and saw that the bathroom door was partly closed.
"You OK?" I asked?
"Yes," came the reply from directly behind the door.
I stuck my head through the gap in the doorway to find Karen kneeling on the floor. She was removing everything stored vertically in the bathroom closet and spreading it all around the bathroom floor. "I felt the need to clean this closet," she told me, beaming.
"You mean, 'sort through this closet,' don't you?"
It's a running discussion we've been having. To make better use of the space in our house I've been building shelves and storing things on them vertically, freeing up floor space. Karen then uses that space to pull things back down and spread them out horizontally, "sorting" them. I've finally stopped building shelves and clearing floor space, as we don't have enough floor space for the horizontal sorting. I will just wait until she is finished sorting things, at which point I will simply turn the entire house on its side, thus returning things back to their original, vertical state.
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose
(La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf, among others)