Thursday, April 15, 2010

hic hic hic

Mr. Andersen, you have the hiccups right now. Very rhythmic and very visible. It's cute.

Monday, April 05, 2010

No wet nurse, please.

I love my husband. I truly do. But the next time he schedules a daycare interview for 6:15AM, we will have to make a trip to the ER first.

We've been interviewing last week and this week. It's a lot harder than it sounds. The potential provider seems fixated on me as we talk, nevermind the fact that Bryan is right beside me. Everyone knows it's Mom who makes the final decision, right? Not a good plan when Mom is the one who caan't think straight at this point in the pregnancy. Yes, I may have questions, but by the time you get around to asking me for them, I have forgotten them and I have also misplaced the piece of paper that has them all listed.

We've had some good interviews, some so-so interviews, and then at least one totally bizarre interview.

I know that there are things we will have to provide for our child, like diapers, and I know that there are standard things the daycare provides, like lunch. However, while going over her list of things she does not provide, one person made it clear that she does NOT provide breast milk. Seeing as how she was at least 60 years old, I was very happy.

My husband couldn't control the snort that came out of his mouth, though.