sundry and random
Nov. 18th, 2012 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
castiron1. Goodbye, slowly-dying half-rotted tree in the front yard. You were an awesome place for my oldest son to climb when he was younger (sadly, you're too rotten to hold his weight now), and for a tree of your species you were surprisingly long-lived (all three of the companies we called for bids said "OMG that's the largest one of those I've ever seen"). I'm just happy that we no longer have to worry about you falling on the roof, the cars, or the neighbor's fence. (Also, apologies to the large lizard who may have been living in there. You're welcome to move into our attic or one of Spouse's parts cars if you find that environment congenial.) (This offer does not extend to the large roaches who were also living in the rotted trunk.)
2. Have been briefly hit with the temptation to use one of my favorite ancestral surnames as part of the impending sprog's name, but will resist. Though "Sinn" would be a great name for a theologian.
3. I like being 37 weeks pregnant better than I like being 10 weeks pregnant. Yeah, I'm not precisely comfortable, but I'm not nauseated.
4. We have diapers, onesies, and a carseat. I finished all the Christmas shopping. If I finish writing up how to do that last portion of my work while I'm on maternity leave, then that'll pretty much guarantee that Ethelbert will hold out for Mayan Calendar Reset Day to move out.
5. However, if I'm still pregnant by time <i>The Hobbit</i> opens, that will totally be my attempt to induce labor.
6. It turns out that you *can* get tired of the NPR Weekend Edition theme if a four-year-old sings it enough times.
7. One of the fun things to do with newborns is play music that they heard a lot in utero and watch them get this "hey! I recognize that!" expression. With oldest son, it was Durufle's Requiem; with younger son, it was the music we dance to at my folk dance group (and my mom pointed out that he clearly liked some tunes better than others). With this one? It's probably going to be the <i>QI</i> theme.
2. Have been briefly hit with the temptation to use one of my favorite ancestral surnames as part of the impending sprog's name, but will resist. Though "Sinn" would be a great name for a theologian.
3. I like being 37 weeks pregnant better than I like being 10 weeks pregnant. Yeah, I'm not precisely comfortable, but I'm not nauseated.
4. We have diapers, onesies, and a carseat. I finished all the Christmas shopping. If I finish writing up how to do that last portion of my work while I'm on maternity leave, then that'll pretty much guarantee that Ethelbert will hold out for Mayan Calendar Reset Day to move out.
5. However, if I'm still pregnant by time <i>The Hobbit</i> opens, that will totally be my attempt to induce labor.
6. It turns out that you *can* get tired of the NPR Weekend Edition theme if a four-year-old sings it enough times.
7. One of the fun things to do with newborns is play music that they heard a lot in utero and watch them get this "hey! I recognize that!" expression. With oldest son, it was Durufle's Requiem; with younger son, it was the music we dance to at my folk dance group (and my mom pointed out that he clearly liked some tunes better than others). With this one? It's probably going to be the <i>QI</i> theme.