I thought K was a big eater with her fierce feeds every two hours on the hour but J makes her look like a lightweight. I've never had a baby that eats so much! Mind you, I've also never had a baby that can pee on its own head so even a mother of three can learn something new.
Have I mentioned he's lovely?
Naturally we've chosen this time to do some major home construction in the living and dining rooms, including re-plastering the walls and hanging molding.
To make matters more hectic, we decided to go with a cheaper contractor, who announced he didn't feel comfortable hanging real clay molding after he'd already torn up the living room. So we had to go crawling back to the expensive guy and beg him to come while all our furniture was still under plastic.
He was actually quite nice about it, in a sardonic way. When Ralf poked his head in the shop he was greeted with: 'Your guy can't hang it, can he?'
Ralf admitted this was the case. He also expressed some doubts about the molding we'd chosen, as it looked awfully big for the room when we held it up.
'Scared of a little molding, huh?' the interior designer asked amiably.
'Actually, I'm scared of my wife,' retorted Ralf with dignity.
'Aren't we all?' (This, of course, was a reflexive question and didn't require an answer.)
Then he offered to divert two of his workmen to hang the molding, which was very decent of him, and the final painting is happening right now. . . only the first guy's doing that so it's been a crazy week of rotating workmen.
But it's almost done...
I'll try to post pictures next week.