If only the stove could talk. Yes, if only. What wisdom it could impart. Thus begins my photo essay that will change the world! Woe to the Forgotten appliances. My neighbors recently moved out and this is... no WAS their stove. I visited them at their new place yesterday, although I won't be telling the sad stove about it. I couldn't bear the sad look on its knobs if it knew they now have a working oven. We went to a 'quintet BBQ' (minus the bassoon) and had a few laughs. The horn player and his wife are expecting their kid #2 any day now and we all placed our bets. I am on April 20th, boy. I can't believe they have been strong enough not to want to know the sex of the baby. It makes everything so very exciting though. They also have secret names picked out. I so highly approve of the suspense they are creating. Oh speaking of that I have a picture of some teddys' stuck in applesauce to post. Eatable art from their 2 year old son.
He is adorable and I was so interested to talk to them about their experiences with baby sign language. Ara hasn't signed back yet, but I've been reading that is normal. It was nifty to pick their brains on child-stuff. We even watched a few Baby Einstein videos which kinda sorta put the other two (the former stove owners) asleep. I keep pausing in my writing, I'm tired. Sunday's we have to get up so freaking early it makes it hard to write at 10-ish at night. Today we went with Bard to his church gig and Ara got to charm the pants off of a whole bunch of church ladies. I didn't make it to my Grandparents anniversary party which I feel bad about. Ara was already so thrown off schedule we didn't dare. Plus, (whine) I had a stomach ache last night so I tried to sleep on the couch. I woke up feeling tired and my back hurts! I feel old. (end whine).
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