Baby xy's nursery sketch~

The baby has been called many nicknames over the past few months, but I think the most important thing to point out here is that HE will be a gentleman and a scholar.

BB, Johnny Jr., and now XY (for his male chromosomes). Laura doesn't know this yet, it's just one of my many "surprises". Perhaps she can elaborate later.

Whatever name we finally decide on, three things are certain...
1) By the age of 10, he will insist on being called "Thunder".
2) His grandparents will spoil him rotten.
3) The office is destined to become a nursery.

Here's a sketch Laura and I put together.
First reaction responses:

"Why yes, that is a wood paneling accent wall. Thank you for noticing."

"It is a masculine black chandelier. Isn't it masculine? Seriously, I mean how much more masculine can you get than a black chandelier?"

"A few toy trucks and a ball ought to offset that chandelier."

"We will not spoil our child."

"No. The room will not be all-white. I ran out of colored pencils."

-John

Last suppers~

Last night, Laura and I went out on our last Valentines Day supper without having to worry about finding a baby sitter, or dealing with an unruly child in a nice restaurant, or settling for Applebees'.

Although the Baby has yet to arrive, he dominated the conversation as we discussed everything from names (Laura's favorite subject...not), to working out our plan for scheduling when each other's parents should come visit.

Our waiter was a HOOT, and among his many comments was "just like Peppie le Pue.." in a french accent (he was not french) and "you look like you need some folic acid... here's some OJ". Basically a man who loves his job.



Overall, we had a great time, but we are slowly realizing that a 7:30 pm reservation is just too late for us OLD TIMERS! Next time, we'll shoot for 5:30 pm and hope to make it through desert. This picture was taken after dinner and Laura looks pretty tired. She was a trooper though... You never know how many more of these last suppers we may get.

-John

Kitchen pass~

Laura is out of town for the next two days, and my soon to be ex-boss said I have a "kitchen pass" until she gets back. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I said "oh yeah! it's gonna be great!", and went on about my day. For those of us who have no idea what a "kitchen pass" is:

A fictional pass issued/approved (verbally written or text) by your significant other to get out of the house to hangout or go shopping with your friends.
ie. Johnny was able to hangout with his friends last night because his wife issued him a kitchen pass (KP). (UrbanDictionary.com)

Because I have no friends in Virginia, the "kitchen pass" has taken on a new meaning when my wife hands me the reigns to cook in our own kitchen. (This can be dangerous on occasion...)

On tonight's menu, Spaghetti and Meatballs!




1/2 lb meat
1 jar spaghetti sauce
a little pepper
garlic powder
some onion powder
egg (for making the balls)
mozzarella cheese
& spaghetti

I won't go into too many details, but the apartment is still standing, Hank and Z are alive, and all 5 pots and pans are clean and drying, not soaking in the sink (inside joke). Tomorrow it's canned gumbo, and I'll gladly turn in my "kitchen pass" on Saturday to my wonderful wife.

-John

Time of our lives~

So… it’s been a while since we last blogged and for all of you faithful followers (2), we are sorry.
With that heart-felt apology out of the way, now we can get down to business updating the world on what’s been happening in our lives.