Getting Ready

06/18/2003

Auntie

   It’s early afternoon and I’m coming off a 2 hour tidying-up binge and have finally decided to stop moving around so much. Writing a letter seemed a good use of time. Wendi’s always telling me I’ve got to learn to relax. That’s fine as long as this “relax” thing doesn’t involve immobility and/or wasting time.

   Yesterday, Wendi, Tina and Aunt Ginni went out to Target to work on Bean baby registry. Well, actually, Wendi and Ginni were working on it. Tina seemed too busy buying stuff for her new grandchild to bother. Upstairs in the soon to be baby room, we have a pile of baby clothes and a pile of baby “other”. That stuff really adds up. Never fear! There’ll still be plenty left over for the shower. (Which is the 21st, I think.)

   Meanwhile, I tooled around Seattle: picking up hay for the buns, going to a real computer store and the library. I also swung by Dad’s and finally got a look at the crib he’s been working on for months. To my shock, there’s a difference between a “crib” and a “cradle”. (Like in the rock-a-by song.)

   Dad has made the latter, which looks okay for a VERY small baby but doesn’t negate the need for a crib some 6 months into Bean’s existence. This’ll work fine really as we may want something for downstairs. Besides which, Wendi will be nervous about putting her precious one in anything without the Consumer Report or Girlfriend’s Guide Stamp of Approval on it. I don’t know what they did back in The Day, but young, overly educated mothers today wish to reduce the chance of any mishap to statistical insignificance. And then bring it down just a little bit more…

No doubt in 20-30 years, we will all be laughing about how primitive things were in the “Ought” (“aughts”? “Oughts”?) but that is the way of things.

   I have been getting very interested in estate planning: like the world needed more proof I was born middle aged. We will be setting up a trust for any/all of our wee ones. No use letting the courts in on the action. Wendi and I are still considering our options for godparents. We’ve sort of settled on Jeff and Maria though Wendi needs a bit more time to stew about it before we ask.

    So the wife will probably take several more weeks to decide and then I’ll just take care of it when she’s not looking. She’s having a terrible time trying to decide on a car seat; imagine how much more worrying this will take. And now we’ve got a crib to get….

    Were I in charge, we’d make at least 3Xs as many decisions a day, AT LEAST 75% of which would not be life threatening.

   Sounds like I won’t see you at the Shower but we’ll see you later this summer. Take care.

Love,

B.

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