"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
Dear Barry,
You amaze me. I’ve always thought that you were incredible, but lately I watch you in awe and appreciation. You’ve been reading the “Heading Home with Your Newborn” book and reporting what you learn with such excitement and care. The book showed up at our house via Camp Janet and you swooped it up and have hardly put it down. Perhaps today we’ll talk more about bathing techniques…
I can not wait to see you as a father.
I simply know that you are going to be the best.
Love,
Hannah
Since I’m good for about 10 sentences these days – limited energy/focus/brain power, etc. – I contemplated posting just pictures. Welp, I put some words and this post is full of zingers, insight and plain old excitement. Hold on to your hats!
I brought Barry along on a rocking chair frenzy a few weeks ago that resulted in us ordering a rocking chair.
After sitting in multiple rockers and gliders we felt a bit lost; however, when we came across this gem we made a quick decision to get it after we both realized how comfortable it was for both of us.
We got to pick out the fabric and I somehow I fell in love with yet another paisley-type material. Huge surprise, right?
It arrived today and I found myself feeling silently rocking and staring at the wall anticipating these coming days/weeks – how soon before we’re rocking a little babe in this chair!?!
Fear not, at Camp Janet we acquired another small bed for Sydney and it fits just next to the rocking chair.
Now that we’ve got a beloved rocking chair we can get to hanging things on the walls.
Phew.
We found ourselves spending the night away from home on our last mini-vacation (we think) before we add another to the HB Tribe. Aside from the scattered showers, it was a delight to be together roaming the streets of Port Townsend and Port Angeles.
We discovered a State Park we’d never been to and added it to our list of places to return – perhaps with a tiny babe in our arms.
Sadly, my camera did not accompany us to Cock – a – Doodle Donuts, but if you ever are driving through Port Angeles (and I know you are) stop there to get your fill.
Also, my camera didn’t get to document the hilarity of people that were staying at our hotel. There were three distinct groups of people: a wedding party, teenage basketball players (multiple teams) or mountain bikers (apparently there is such thing as mountain bike tournaments). It was a trifecta of oddness, but very entertaining for us. It gave us something to do while we ate our donuts.