Afterwards, we grabbed lunch at In & Out. However, Mr. Intensity was dramatically sad that he wasn't going back to school to eat with his friends. I'm so boring. After all, school lunches in a Speed Racer lunchbox are sooo good.
I tried to tantalize him by mentioning the "big library, downtown" - you know, the one with the fun glass elevators. I'd seen on their web page an advertisement to see original artwork by Eric Carle and was excited to go.
Big. Fat. Let down. Don't make a trip just to see the ONE lonely hungry caterpillar.
The elevators, on the other hand, by all means are worth the trip. We went to the 5th floor at least 5 times entertaining countless people along the way. Of course he was in charge of pushing the buttons. He wore the cutest red sweater vest with a train. (Thanks, Gigi!)
Angela went for a check up today; she's 6 weeks away and will start going every week now. The doctors are guessing the baby is 8lbs already. She has started dilating, though no effacement. She's gone 2 weeks past her due date before.
At one point on the phone it was a bit weird talking with her. At times I feel like I'm chatting with a girlfriend about pregnancy pains (and 3am bathroom trips). Then out of the blue *BLAM* it strikes me weird that this woman is giving her child to our family.
Specifically, she said something like, "He's going to be about 10lbs when he's born so I just wanted to call you so that you wouldn't buy newborn caps for him."
How do you respond to that? Awkward I tell you.
Wisdom, I need wisdom and lots of it.