This weekend was pretty awesome. Jeff and Simon enjoyed a LOT of quality time together, while I worked on packing. (Jeff says – rightfully so – that it’s better for him not to try and pack, since I’d just yell at him for doing it wrong. Smart man.) So my boys left me at home to get stuff done, while they went off on such exciting adventures as “get the oil changed!”, “buy more bubble-wrap!” and “walk the dog!”. Regardless of the packing, though, I think some one-on-one quality Daddy Time is good for Mr. Simes. Learn that he can exist without a boob 2 feet away, you know.
It all paid off, too. The living room is now completely packed, except for the things we can’t do without (Simon’s toys, iPod dock, and PS3), and that’ll all be quick and easy to pack on Saturday or whatever. The blue room is long since done. The bedroom is mostly done, except for my top-of-dresser stuff (jewelry boxes, hankies, coin jar). That’s 1 box and will take about 10 minutes. Bathrooms will just take a minute and obviously need to wait a few more days.
That just leaves the kitchen. Ugh. Jeff got all our appliance boxes out of the storage unit on Saturday (knife block, KitchenAid, slow cooker). I just need to buckle down and do it. I hate packing the kitchen. Everything is so fiddly and breakable and I always pack up some tool then realize the next day that I need it. But last night I made us channa masala and naan and these little tandoori wraps for dinner (thank you TJ’s frozen section!) and I made a big deal about it being the ceremonial LAST COOKING EVERRRRR in that shoebox kitchen, so now we’re on tofu dogs, sandwiches and yogurt full-time. Whee!
Yesterday while I was packing, I came across a box of Jeff’s old family photos. Look what I found?
Who does THAT look like???
And if that’s not proof enough of Simon’s parentage, check out this one:
I showed that to Jeff and said, “NOW do you believe he has your nose?!” (Jeff had previously maintained that “all baby noses look alike” and “it’s impossible to tell”, every time I or any of Simon’s grandparents insisted that there is great probiscular similarity.
Finally, a little glimpse into Simon’s future:
It’s the feet that kill me, there. So wee!
What’s interesting to me is that Simon looks so much like my dad one minute, and so much like Jeff the next. With just a change of posture or expression. Genetics are awesome!
I’ve had a hankering for donuts for a few weeks now. We were going to go to the iconic Randy’s, but that never worked out. So yesterday afternoon we ran to Abuelita’s (the LYS here in SouthPas) so I could get a sock bag since I packed all mine. (I may have also run out with a skein of Pagewood Farms merino/bamboo sock. Ssh!) And while we were at it, we stopped by Winchell’s and got a few donuts. They’re adequate – nothing to write home about – but to my donut-needing self they’re OMG SO GOOD. I can’t keep my face out of that damned box. This is why we never buy them!
But yay for breastfeeding – these things aren’t going to my hips! Whoopee! I may have to breastfeed someone forever. Become a wet nurse or something. It’s the best diet plan out there. It will be a sad day when I must once again refuse cheesecake and hollandaise and french fries.
Now I’ve gotta get to work on that ( ::sigh:: ) kitchen.
Simon is currently occupied with his IKEA stacking ring toy. He works tirelessly to get a ring on:
And then balance it carefully on the rubbery post. Mission accomplished, he turns to me for grins and accolades:
And then I die of love and happiness.
Have a great day, y’all!