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February 18, 2006
Of glasses and bbq
In the process of going to work yesterday, let's just say that John had a 'morning'.
As he was taking Gus out of the driver's seat (he decided, for the first time in his little lifte, that he needed to climb in right as we were trying to leave), John hit his head against the door, instantly breaking his glasses at the temple. I thought my trip to work was cancelled, but John persevered after finding his old glasses.
This morning, the three of us (plus baby in the belly) went to the one-hour miracle glasses place to have John's eyes checked and new glasses ordered.
You may make glasses in an hour, oh corporate glasses haven, but it takes oh so much more to get to that point. One hour my a**.
Gus and I somehow successfully, without meltdown, played for 2 1/2 hours in Lenscrafters while John was examined, selected glasses, found out the ones he so meticulously selected would take two weeks to make, found another pair, and ordered glasses. Gus was amazing. Everyone there was shocked at how well he was doing. They didn't even mind that he kept going up to their phones, taking them off their receivers, saying "Hello?" He even climbed into one of the glasses display areas that happened to be empty. I found his mini-loader toy car in an empty glasses slot in one of the glasses trays...by accident. I wasn't even looking for it.
Once the order was placed, we went to Famous Dave's and had some bbq while we waited the true hour to get the glasses. Holy yummy. Baby was so happy. Mama was so happy. Even Gus ate chicken.
We picked up the frames. They are perfect, like John has always had them.
I'm feeling so normal these days, it scares me. Baby E is moving a lot despite the obvious lack of room to move. I'm having contractions stil, but nothing steady and nothing to write to the doctor about. I'm now 9 days away from the due date, about 10 days more pregnant than I expected to be.
Good thing, too. We put up the craddle today. It's right by our bed upstairs...not that we're sleeping up there right now. I want to be as close to the bathroom as possible these nights, so we're taking refuge in the guest room.
As an aside, two lessons we're trying to teach Gus these days:
1. You really don't have to throw everything on the floor. Honest. It may be fun at first, but we are going to make you pick it up.
2. You don't have to have an owie to get a hug and kiss from us. While we love to play along with this game and shower you with some extra soothing care, we are more than happy to give love anytime, without pain involved.
Posted by janna at February 18, 2006 11:22 PM