Early Sunday morning, Melissa woke me up to tell me about a soccer match... going on inside her belly. "Little Pele" was kicking up a storm. It was the first time I got to feel him kick it was awesome. He's going to be a soccer star... just like his dad.
Admittedly, the goatee makes me look like a pirate (and not in a good way).
The kicks (and payday) were enough to motivate me to finish the baby’s closet. That was the easy part. The challenge was putting away all the clothes the grandparents (and parents) have been buying. It’s a lot of work to get those sets apart.
Look how small all those clothes are... unreal.
Today, we visited daycares. We’re not going to need them for probably seven months, but there’s a yearlong waiting list to get into these places. We get a pretty good rate at this particular centers because Melissa’s a state employee. They’re also nice because they’re close to work for both of us. That way on an especially slow news day I can pop in and say hello. I will say this… daycare providers must really love kids… that’s a whole lot of screaming.
Not even born yet... and already looking for schools.
Finally, we wrapped up our baby day with a trip to the doc. It was your usual quick in and out appointment, except I got to go and hear the baby’s heartbeat. Amazing! Even better, the doctor said “some people record it with their cell phones”. Ding, Ding! So I recorded it and through the miracle of modern technology you can hear it for yourself.
