He had so much fun being in the water today, even though his swim diaper was a bit big and he had a serious case of plumber butt as it slid down. Also, it was pink, because apparently there is no such thing as a gender-neutral swim diaper, and I guess we were supposed to get Spider-Man and not Dora the Explorer. I really miss the hospital diapers, which somehow managed to contain his waste without the aid of cartoon characters. Or with help from Elmo, who is all over Isaac's butt these days.
He's having a photo session tomorrow, so late this afternoon I took my parents' car and went to Target to buy him a plain white onesie to wear. Mission accomplished, I returned to the parking lot...where I discovered that I didn't really know what I was driving. I just had a vague idea that it was a beige-ish minivan. Beige-ish minivans are not in short supply in Target's parking lot. I wandered around for a few minutes, randomly clicking the key remote, until I found the right one. My mom informs me that the minivan is slate grey. If so, it is a very beige slate grey. That's all I'm saying.
I haven't gotten nearly as much knitting done as I expected to; I brought yarn for socks for Dennis and haven't even cast on yet. It's super-gorgeous stuff and I can't wait to get into it; it's a Claudia's Handpainted yarn, colorway Buckeye, which is red and grey. I'm going to do a sort-of variation on the phallic sock I knit a few months back, crossed with a bunch of other ideas, so it could be fabulous or it could be a giant mess. Or both. A giant fabulous mess.
We went out kitsch hunting this morning, but came up empty at the local garage sales. I scored a set of blocks for Ike, but that was it. Sigh. Normally this is prime hunting ground for me, but there is still the weekend and perhaps we'll get lucky and stumble across a good sale.
Dennis is blogging from Bonnaroo for JamBase. I miss him. We hit a rough patch right before the trip, and got through it, and now I'm all crazy in love with him again. Before Isaac was born, I think we thought we were going to be So Different from all the people who have a hard time adjusting to the first year of parenthood. We were soooo on it, and weren't going to fall into the trap of being more about being parents than about being partners, weren't going to get into stupid bickering fests, etc. etc. etc. Stop laughing. Seriously. As Dennis said last week, it really, really sucks to realize that you are exactly like everyone else. There's nothing new or unique about what we've been going through, and maybe nothing avoidable, either. Anyway, we're through the latest round and I have to say, I picked a great husband.
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