Oh Baby!

Ohhhhh baby.  Baby baby baby.  Say, baby in the belly, do you have any notion of the craziness you are embarking upon by setting foot out into this world and into our arms?  Yes, there are political boiling points, religious wars, and hatred all over the place (we call it the globe, but it seems flat... I'll explain later), but are those really reasons to not give you a shot in it ?  Plus, you would miss all this music.  You will not believe the beauty of a major chord turning into a minor chord then into a diminished and then we flat the octave and add a ninth, and then wow, you can pretty much carve up the harmony after that, add some rhythm with your mouth (we'll work on that together) and then you become an instrument!  Then there's mud, and bugs, and livestock poop.  And WATER!  Holy cow, water is really something to see and feel... the tap is great but when you see it outside when it comes from the sky and hits mountains and... wait, MOUNTAINS!  See, you will love those, especially when you have water at the base of mountains.  Add trees, those bugs and that mud, and you have, well, the area immediately outside our little Eureka Horse Pasture Trailer.  That's only the tip of the iceberg.  Oh, wait, ICEBERGS!  We'll have to go to Greenland for those... I've never been, but maybe you'll take us?  Funny that Iceland is green and Greenland is icy... oh, so much to talk about.

But first, let's talk about how you are turning said Eureka Horse Pasture Trailer upside down.  You see, our room is becoming your room, and Mom's office is becoming our room, and the living room is becoming our office.  My bookshelf is becoming your bookshelf, and my desk (which once was a sewing table in another life in someone's house in Seattle) is becoming your vanity-bookshelf-thingy.  Mom's bookshelf is becoming my bookshelf, and Mom's taking over the our family bookshelf in the living room.

So, Mom just painted her-now-my bookshelf a darker blue than our-now-her bookshelf.  Look how pretty it is... the official color is Alladin's Wish, chosen to compliment the blues in both our couch and in the trout picture on the wall.  We hope you like it, and that you don't throw up on it.  The bookshelf, that is.


I'm almost done building our new desk, a nine foot long set of boards thirty inches wide sitting on three sets of shelves I also built, all made with wood from around here that your mom hand-picked from Landlord Lundeen's big old barn. Yes, the one you can see from the road.  Isn't it lovely so far?  The desk, that is.
This, too, doesn't need to be thrown up upon.


So, once the desk is ready and the shelf is ready, we're going to throw Mom's old desk out, find a new home for our old bed, and drop the big new luxurious king size dream bed leaning against the wall onto the floor of our new room  move the painted shelf and the new desk into the living room, then send your vanity and your shelves into your new room.   Then we'll be done moving, and when that all happens we will probably start to cry a lot, not just because we are sharing a desk and that'll be weird, but mostly because we'll finally have a place called Your Room, one that we can walk into with anticipation and wonder, fill with girly things, build your crib, paint over the beaver board walls, and so much more.  It will also be lovely to have a holding place for the hoards of awesome things coming into our life because of you, things that are piling up in odd places.  It will be epic, and it will never stop for the rest of our lives, crazy lives in which we are busy building space for you, and we can't wait to fill it with the tiny warm actual gift of you.  You will inspire poetry and songs in several languages.  Your friends are being born this very moment, and your husband or wife is beginning their life or is about to.

All of that makes each morning right now pivotal in some unknown way, important and significant for reasons yet unknown.  You are also a pain in your mom's ass right now; literally, her sciatic nerve is killing her gluteus maximus, and it's your rutabaga-sized self that is the cause!  But don't worry, she's a strong woman very much in tune with her body and your little body within it.  We got this.  We got you.  Just listen to the music and the rhythm we tap, respond to it with your dolphin kicks.  We love that.