I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING...

I take my new role as Zoe's ghost blogger very seriously.

I applaud the White House's recent decision to grant press credentials to a political blogger. And I'll hunger strike until the First Amendment right that allows professional journalists to protect unidentified sources is granted to all of my blogger brethren.

Having said so... I guess I should update this silly thing once in a while.

Chitowndan (also known as Uncle Dan in some circles) asked in the comment section of the previous post if more updates were forthcoming. My co-worker Phil (family members will remember him as the tall fellow in our wedding party) was more pointed: "Dude, why did I bookmark this thing if it's never going to change?" He didn't really use the word dude. I just thought it added a certain panache.

Here's the bottom line: There ain't much going on.

Once Zoe is born, this site is going to be jam packed with sentiment and hilarity. Seriously. You'll need a box of tissues to wipe away tears and you'll leave with aching abdominal muscles from side-splitting laughter. We're talking Ray Kinsella asking his dad to "have a catch" near the mound while Carl Spackler whacks at gophers in the outfield.

For now, the most interesting thing happening in our little yellow cottage is the transformation of the nursery. That picture you passed on your way to this point isn't a big top. It's Zoe's first room.

We saw a striped room in a movie and thought it was a great idea. So I busted out the laser level I never thought I'd have a use for, a couple rolls of tape and got to work. We really like how it turned out. Visitors seem to concur.

Picking out furniture was next and there has never been a decision made that took more time or energy. By anyone. About anything. In the history of civilization. In the end, a convertible crib and matching dresser and armoir in "natural" won out over every other conceivable piece of furniture.

Thanks are extended to my folks for helping out with the furniture. And mom's also warming up her sewing machine because Sonja couldn't find a crib set that struck her fancy. She's gonna be one good Busia.

There's lots of other little things: A carpet remnant binded into a perfect-fitting area rug that still shows off a little of the hardwood floors we like so much. A new overhead light and dimmer switch that will go in this weekend. Etc., etc., etc.

It's a good thing Zoe won't be able to talk for a while. That way she can keep her opinions about the room to herself.