late again

Here I go again, forgetting to write things as they happen.

  • A couple of weeks ago, we went to a farm to get a pumpkin. We were supposed to meet up with Glen, Sarah and Emma but it didn’t work out quite right.
  • Brendan found a Swiss bakery that has pretzel rolls. They are pretty darn good. They don’t have the croissants that he fell in love with on our honeymoon, though. He’s been looking for them for a while now.
  • We went to church on Sunday: Unitarian Universalist.
  • Bridget is starting to scoot/creep a little.
  • Each one of those bullets was a whole post at one point, but I just don’t have the energy right now. I’m not getting enough sleep these days.


    Yes, I realize it’s been about a month since I’ve posted anything. It’s taken a while to get adjusted to the whole working from home thing. My brain is full enough as it is and now I have to remember to bring files to and from the office. I’m getting there. Every time I think I have something to write about, I either don’t have time or forget what it was entirely when I sit down.

    Bridget is doing so well. She’s growing and growing (like all babies do). These days she’s "talking" more and trying to get up on her knees and move forward. Of course, at 3am this morning I wanted to kill her. She just did not want to go back to sleep. She’s been stubborn since the day she was born. Obviously, she did go back to sleep eventually — I’m just glad I could sleep in and work in my pajamas for a while this morning. I would have been useless if I had to go into the office today.

    We had a lot of firsts this weekend: we went to Cape May. It should have only been a little over 4 hours to get there, but it ended up taking closer to seven. Damn I-95.

    It was her first hotel stay,

    actual beach*,

    she met a new friend, Evelyn (my college roommate’s daughter),

    it was her first time on a boat (we took the ferry home),

    and it was her first trip to Sonic.

    We all had a really great time. Brendan didn’t even complain too much about all the walking.

    *The beach at the cottage isn’t really a beach

    baby’s first road trip

    Bridget did really well on our ride to the lake last weekend. Our timing was a little bit off on the way home, but we made it all in one piece.

    She got to experience all the lake activities

  • Sunset:
  • The beach:
  • Putt-putt:
  • Eddie’s:
  • Plus yard sales, an open house, campfires and a partial tour of Sharon.

    oh yeah

    I know that I haven’t really talked much at all about the pregnancy. This should bring you up to date.

    • We are having a girl. (Here she is.)
    • Yes we have some names picked out. No, I’m not telling you what they are.
    • My belly is mine. Please don’t touch it.
    • The nursery is in-progress. Painting is almost complete. Some advice, if you have built-in shelves, plan on spending two days priming and painting them.
    • Child preparation classes in northern Virginia are likely to be non-refundable. Remember this when you are calling to sign up for one. If you should happen to accidentally call the wrong place expect them to give you a hard time when you try and get it back. Don’t give up though, especially if they don’t actually tell you it’s non-refundable until you realize you made a mistake. (I got all but $30 back, btw).
    • I miss sleep. The kickboxer wakes up at about 3am every morning.

    two things

    #1 There is no hope for getting DirecTV in this house. Brendan is heartbroken. He won’t be able to watch all the Steelers’ games at home. There’s always Glen’s house in the old ‘hood or the bar in the shopping center down the road.

    #2 We apparently can’t say no to nice Mormon boys. This kid was selling alarm systems door to door, and since we needed one, we got one from him. While he was writing up our order, we made some small talk.

    He asks if we’re newlyweds. We say no. He’s married, too. I think damn, he looks really young (19 maybe) to be married. I ask him how long he’s been selling alarms. Just for the summer, he’s a college student. Goes to BYU. OK, so he’s Mormon, that’s why he’s so young and married. There are a bunch of them, 15 or so, living in Manassas. The wife’s here too.

    The guy who comes to install the system is a college student, too. Not at BYU but someother school in southern Utah. Is this company affiliated, I wonder? (Doesn’t seem like it.) Is there some guy going around Utah asking college kids to come to the DC area and sell or install alarm systems. It’s weird. But they’re both really nice.

    things i learned this weekend

    • The older gentleman who lives across the street from the new house cuts his grass in a t-shirt with ripped off sleeves (nothing wrong with that) and while smoking a pipe.
    • Painting a ceiling is not fun — even without the popcorn texture that we’ve been used to.
    • Painting over a dark blue stencil can be a lot of work — two coats of primer and two coats of paint — but it’s worth it not to have those teapots there anymore.
    • Our new neighbors might be a little loud.
    • This move is going to be harder work than I had originally thought.


    Some differences between soccer and baseball at RFK.

    1. Intensity. At the soccer match, the stadium bounces. There are drums and horns and whistles. We stand and scream for 45 minutes, sit down at the half for a few, then get up and yell for 45 more. Yes, we cheered at the baseball game, but there’s a lot of sitting and waiting in between.

    2. Section. Our tickets for soccer are in section 231. At the baseball game, we sat in 522. Not a bad view, but it’s a big difference.

    3. Attendance. 20,000 at soccer, 47,000 37,000 at baseball. Which leads me right to number 4

    4. Lines. Brendan was in line for 45 minutes before the game to get us hats, and food. He came back with hats and beer. Later on in the game, we waited for 2 innings in line* to get food. Some little 13 year old punk was trying to cut in line, too. He said to me "I’m not trying to cut." As I sent him evil eye darts. Stupidly, I believed him. He was looking at the menu, and moving up in the line next to, and a little in front of, us. I thought maybe he was with the guy in line ahead of us — maybe it was his dad or uncle or something. But that guy ordered then we ordered and the kid got his money out, like he was going next. That’s when Bren said to him, "Now I know that this young lady was before you. And you are going to go get in the back of the line and wait like the rest of us." The kid started to say something and Bren continued "You said to my wife just a few minutes ago ‘I’m not trying to cut.’ but you are. So go wait." It would have been a lynch mob if that kid hadn’t walked away. Dumbass.

    5. Length. A soccer game is guaranteed to be 90 minutes long. Maybe a few minutes longer for stoppage time, but just about 90 minutes. Baseball takes forever. Especially when they keep changing pitchers. Let the guy get into some kind of a rhythm. Jesus. He walks one guy — the first guy he’s facing — and you take him out? Christ. It takes ages. The last 1/2 inning alone took ages.

    Different as they are, I like them both. Right now, I like soccer more. Good thing, too since we have season tickets. We’re going to another ball game, but that might be it for me this year. We’ll see.

    * It seems so stupid to me that they didn’t have the radio on by the concession stands. What’s up with that? I’d like to know what’s going on when I’m standing in line for 2 whole innings.


    Brendan joined the party on January 2, 2004. He's cool now.

    Jessica has never been cool. She is OK with that.

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