Overdue but Unexpected

I'm a little too exhausted to write the details, but here are some pictures and a video to tide you over until I can find some time.

Nesting

As of a week or so ago Kim was "NOT READY!" to have a baby. Any time I mentioned the fact that having a baby two weeks early was not that unusual, she would assure me that there was no way that we could have the baby any time in the near future. Then she went on her nesting rampage...

Some nice women in the ward threw her a baby shower, and Carolee sent us a bunch of Isaac's clothes that were the wrong season for Drew.


We pulled out dusty boxes and totes from the corners of the attic.


Kim completed the two-month long project of getting Megan and Henry's room ready.


Even Megan got all caught up in the motherly action. She keeps telling me about how she is going to give the baby a bath, change him, feed him a bottle and hold him when he's crying. These all sound like bad ideas to me.


Notice the new bedding on the crib. I remember specifically when Kim made (that's right -- made) the crib bedding when Megan was born, she intentionally chose red and yellow as the colors so that she wouldn't need new bedding for a different gender. Yet somehow I came home one day to see new Pottery Barn blue and green bedding with planes on it. So much for the social construct and patriarchy of colors. I hope Henry won't feel like a failure when he doesn't grow up to be a fighter pilot.


At least she decided our ducky bath was gender-neutral enough.


Our living room is already getting all cluttered up (something I've really fought against since moving to a home with two stories).


Megan was quite intrigued to see all of her old things. It's hard to tell if she actually remembers them, or if she just figures that they are hers because everything in the house is hers.


From some reason Henry also needed:
The fridge cleaned
The lawn mowed
The patio swept
The car washed and vacuumed
The house dusted
The bathroom scrubbed
A new shower curtain installed
and the list goes on...

After this flurry of activity, Kim's tone switched overnight from "not being ready" to "this baby will NEVER come!" She has already decided that the baby will be born two weeks late, even though her due date isn't for another four days.



To distract Kim from her baby woes and lunacies, we celebrated her birthday yesterday with a steak and artichoke dinner, and dessert at The Melting Pot.




Come soon, baby!

Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree

"Popcorn Popping on the apricot tree" is the theme song around here these days. Washington D.C. is known for its cherry blossoms, and every year there is a festival by the Jefferson Memorial at the peak of the blossoms.

A little history:

"The National Cherry Blossom Festival annually commemorates the 1912 gift of 3,000 cherry trees from Mayor Yukio Ozaki of Tokyo to enhance the growing friendship between the United States and Japan, and to celebrate the continued close relationship between our two peoples.

3,800 more trees were accepted in 1965 by Lady Bird Johnson. In 1981 the cycle of giving came full circle when Japanese horticulturalists came to take cuttings from our trees to replace Yoshino cherry trees in Japan which had been destroyed in a flood. With this return gift, the trees again fulfilled their roles as a symbol and agent of friendship."

The cherry blossoms are a great way to introduce Spring. I love Spring, and Spring is all around. You may remember from last year that in Texas everyone takes pictures of their kids in the blue bonnets when Spring comes around. Well, in D.C. it is the cherry blossoms, so here is Megan becoming a true Washingtonion.