Things are getting large in the belly department. Baby Skelton has graduated from gentle tap dancing to full-on Beat Street inspired break-dancing. He really gets the party bumping just before the sleepytime hours. He seems really invested in the Project Runway finale. Two quick kicks means he likes the design and a random flailing of elbows and feet means it wasn’t the designers best work.
Yesterday the misses left for Minnesota to see family and partake in baby shower rituals with ‘the girls’. Not really knowing what to do with myself last night I opened a fresh bottle of Dewar’s whisky, broke out the guitar and wrote a blues song entitled, “My Baby Took My Baby Back to Minnesota”.
We start birthing class on the 24th and when the misses returns it’s time to start some serious work on nursery construction. She picked out this great fabric for the crib and I’m lobbying hard for this Angela Adams rug which I think would complement nicely.