Baby Proofed

Mr S is home at last from a week-long Underwater Hockey tournament, so I will make this short.

Thank you for all the great tips, including the ones for finding a Japanese-style futon (which is laid on the floor and folded up at night). Quite a few readers suggested the crib dome. We're feeling a little skittish about that- just a gut feeling about our boy, who takes every limitation as a challenge, and is thus-far adept at Houdini-like escapes. I'm too paranoid that he will strangle himself. He did, after all, just about do the same thing with his own umbilical cord.

We're going to go for the toddler bed/super baby proofed/doorknob turned around to lock from the outside combination. Mr S has off until next Monday, and is also finally getting the closet shelves done that he started when I was, oh, 12 weeks pregnant.

I kept busy this past week, taking J for his 1 year pictures (spent WAY too much, completely out of control), cooking (a coworker's husband went to hospice this week, and a few gals and I decided to play food patrol), watching movies with my SIL (Bride Wars was entertaining), relaying messages about FIL's condition to Mr S (he's still in the hospital, but may go home tomorrow, even though his platelets are still 5000), and finishing Home in Holly Springs (the same strong religious overtones from all her books, which annoys me, but still a good read).

Oh, and I'm getting very, very twitchy. As in, my coworker could see my bicep trembling beneath my clothes. Every few minutes, something starts quaking. WTF? I think my Lyrica is up to no good...

And am I the only one that is noticing everyone on earth is pregnant again? Wasn't bothering me before, and now it's getting to me. Go away, infertile thoughts!