While there’s still quite a bit of general cleaning that has to happen around the house, the baby’s room is pretty much done, enough of the laundry is done, and at 38+ weeks the baby is close enough to being “done” that I’d be really quite happy if she came any time now. (Actually, though, maybe after dance camp ends on Friday would be better.)
I suppose we should really pack a bag or two and pick a name soon…
Carrie has dance camp this week, every morning from 9-12. On the one hand, it’s nice to have a few hours to myself…on the other hand, I think Carrie might have been a little overwhelmed. There were at least 50 little girls in leotards when I dropped her off this morning, and she wound up in meltdown mode when we got in the car after. But she says she liked it and wants to go back, so we’ll see how tomorrow goes.
And I keep trying to call it band camp.
Thank goodness for great-grandmothers who go shopping and send random things to their great-granddaughters, or Carrie would have been wearing something much less patriotic today! (I kind of totally spaced, and didn’t even think to find something red, white, or blue for her to wear…and the one blue skort she had was in the wash anyway.)
We pretty much just hung out, worked on the baby’s room some, went to my parents house for dinner, and stayed up really much too late to see if the fireworks that used to be visible from our hill were going to happen. They didn’t but between hanging out around the little open grill we’d used to make s’mores and watching the stars, Carrie didn’t mind one bit.
Oh, and we figured out how to get her to go to sleep right away: keep her up until 10:30!