Waiting for baby

We've been staying close to home the past few weeks awaiting the baby's arrival.  Last weekend I went into nesting mode. We've been given hand me downs from a few friends, which are all now labelled, sorted, and boxed by 0-3, 3-6, 6-12 months.   I sent Mark off to Goodwill with a vanload of furniture and stuff that no longer fits in our house.  These babies, as little as they are, take up a lot of space.  In the process of cleaning things out, it was funny to see all the things that I used to have time for... binders full of notes on green building, boxes of craft supplies, Consumer Reports printouts of the best of every possible type of purchase (I was maximizing my $5 one month subscription by printing out their recommendations on anything I might ever have reason to buy in the future).  Mark was not affected by the same nesting urge, so we still have many boxes full of sentimental rocks, record albums we've never played, commemorative t-shirts, travel vouchers from 2000, old pieces and parts of electronics we may someday need, and other very important things... but we cleared out enough to give her a little space.

Logan on the bouncy bridge at the park

Logan climbing in the barn.  His favorite is to climb up to the window, lean out and shout "surprise!"

Rodeo Parade in Evergreen with the Johnsen's.  I have fond memories of the Labor Day parade in Newtown growing up; this year I tried to teach Logan my skills for maximizing parade candy haul.  He didn't quite get it.  Every time he got another piece he would retreat to the curb and spend 10 minutes carefully inspecting and eating it before going for more. Probably for the best.

Logan really likes baseball.  Mark got him a tee so they've been practicing in the yard.  Kenny & Mark are teaching him about the Rockies, and he can now tell you that his favorite team is the Rockies and his favorite player is Cargo.

Logan got a big boy bed.  He sleeps on it in every direction except the normal one. He wasn't so sure about giving up his crib, so we have both in the room for now (with the goal of moving the crib to the baby's room sometime before she needs it). Most nights he sleeps in the bed, but every so often I go in in the morning and he's climbed into the crib at some point during the night.  Last week, I found him in the crib and Buddy in the toddler bed. 

Mark got a frolf basket for Father's Day.  He has a course around our yard, and most of the goals are pieces of junk hanging from trees (bicycle wheels and tin cans and pieces of hardware and old buckets).  Now if we just get him one of these every Father's Day, in 18 years we'll be able to take down the junk.

Logan's favorite hiding place.  This is where we prepare for battle against pirates and tigers.

Summer time! Popsicles on the deck.