The Fox Den

Babies is scary.

That's how I'm feeling these days. There a so many unknowns and questions. There are many elements not figured out, and we won't figure them out until we have a little person in our arms to look after. I'm really hoping my motherly instincts kick in, because my last extended encounter with babies was back in the mid 90s when I babysat my cousins. My mom is coming to visit next week and I'm pretty pumped. Sometimes I look at a map of the U.S. and am amazed at how far I am from my family.

This weekend we had some friends over for homemade pizzas and board games. I never think I like board games until I play them, at which point I think we should definitely play more often. Something occured to me that night- our idea of a good time is evolving rapidly. We are turning into homebodies, watching Friday Night Lights on a Friday Night, while I eat Ben and Jerry's and Dave drinks a Spaten Pils. The highlight of my Saturdays are Crossfit, yoga, and taking a nap. Once in a while, we'll go to a show, get a bite to eat late night, and feel like we're really painting the town.

Amidst all the unknowns, a few things have come to light. I decided on a theme for a baby's room: foxes. I was inspired by The Fantastic Mr. Fox, and also a painting that my sister had made for me. I found a couple of foxy art-things, and my friend told me that a baby fox is called a kit. Kit, Kitzman. Get it? From now on, the baby's room will be referred to as the Fox Den.

We also found a place to live, which will be ready at the end of the month. I'm glad we have a new home but the truth is, moving still does not fit into my idea of a good time.

Actually, don't.

We found out this week that our landlord decided to sell the condo. We actually heard the news on April Fool's Day but it wasn't, in fact, a joke. It's not the end of the world, it is just kinda funny timing since we had just decided to stay put, and we were feeling good about it. And we have two sets of guests coming to visit in the next two months! Good thing they are adaptable guests who know how to unpack/pack a box. Wink, wink Mom, Ashley and Jeff.

I'd like to make a disclaimer now: I plan on doing minimal physical moving. I'll happily point the movers in the right direction, and give them a cash tip or pizza and beer. Their choice.

So I guess we are looking for a place to live. A bigger and cheaper place, with good bus line, park, and burrito access. Within arm's reach of a decent coffee shop, library, and grocery store would be great too.

Actually I'm off the burritos for a while. Every time I get one, I feel heavenly while eating it, then pay the price for the next 4-5 hours. It's just not worth it. Why can't I eat half a burrito and avoid hating myself? I don't know, but the other warm half always beckons me.

Imagine my delight/confusion when I came home the other day and saw this giant confection on our dining room table. It's the Grand Bunny, and one of Dave's students gave it to him (I hear she has a teacher crush- cute!). The Grand Bunny ate dinner with us, and I asked Dave to take his picture, but he insisted on wearing his finest mustache for our special guest. Anyone interested in a 2' tall hollow milk chocolate bunny, let me know. He will not be making the move.