Monday, Monday

No news on Jack so far today. The doctors think it will be a matter of days, not weeks.

Posting may be light this week. Darwin is increasingly swamped at work and some friends and I have entered into a three-way painting pact. Today one friend and I primed the living room while the other watched all the kids, and we're switching off again tomorrow and Thursday. Babs threw up in my friend's kitchen and had to come lay on the couch while we finished up here, but otherwise things went smoothly. My living room is currently sporting primer white and a disgusting shade of salmon, but after the top coats it will be cream and red ("Tender Rose", if you must be exact) and will look much more genteel. After the moulding goes up it will be magazine-worthy.

And for them as keep track of these things: Baby is proud to announce the first razor edge of tooth is starting to pop out. It wasn't there this morning, but there was definitely a sharp little tooth sticking out tonight at dinner. Baby is a true individual, breaking out of the Darwin paradigm of the eighth-month first tooth. Perhaps this development will put a cease to the 3 AM whine.