Since winter is coming on, we decided it was time that Ian move on from a twin mattress on the floor, where he’s been sleeping for 9 months or so, to a big boy bed.  So last weekend we went bed shopping.  We found a great deal on a little boy’s dream bed, and after some help from Shawna’s parents getting the box home, since it wouldn’t fit in the car, we got it home, and it’s been sitting in a box in the living room since Tuesday. Yesterday morning, we assembled it.

He managed to sleep in it last night without falling out (we did put a higher rail on the long side), and spent a fair chunk of yesterday putting his stuffed animals down the slide (along with other, noisier things) - I think it’s a winner.

Currently, the update is…there is no update. At the doctor’s office Friday, the doctor said it could be any time, but that time has yet to arrive. A mostly-relaxing weekend has passed, and nothing has changed; if nothing happens between now and 4 am Tuesday, we’ll be heading to the hospital in the wee-wee hours on Tuesday so induction (inducement? … the giving of the magic drugs) can occur.

In other notes, Ian and I planted tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, herbs, and flowers yesterday in our backyard planters and little garden area. I’m giving one more try at a garden in our backyard, and if the results are abysmal again this year, I’m calling it quits. (Note that I said nothing about the front yard - though odds are we’ll be looking at selling the place by gardening time next year.) I’ve moved the garden spot to yet a 3rd location, that gets … different sunlight. Our back yard has limited sun, and is partially overhung by a black walnut tree, neither of which is conducive to gardening. If I didn’t think it’d make the neighbors hate me, I’d just plant sweet corn in the front yard, which would be perfect for it. Ah, well.