Last night Kris had a dream that my brother and his wife's baby was born and they named him Ted.
Prophetic?
She also dreamed I was holding the baby and it was flopping all over the place and I said "I don't know, I don't know if I can be a father." She responded indignantly, "This baby looks like every other baby, of course you will be a good father."
So apparently my fathering skills are dependent on how the baby looks.
So it is Saturday Night and as I wait for my parents to come home from their rock concert I thought I would make a post.
So as many of you have noticed it has been extremely hot lately. I have good air conditioning at work so I haven't been suffering too much, but Kris is affected a little more. Also, being pregnant has dialed up her internal temperature so she is not enjoying the heat. At least we have our basement. It's not overly attractive, but its cool.
I am feeling somewhat anxious about my relatives having babies any moment now. It's a little strange. I can see myself being a nervous wreck in a couple of months. To tweak your memories the due date is Oct 16. Its still a little ways away, but somehow it is getting closer all the time.
This weekend we briefly went out to Duchess as Kristin's Mom's extended family was having a reunion of sorts. It was the first large gathering of them that I had been too and it was nice. It had been a while since I was at Lake Newell, where the festivities occurred. It's a nice enough place, but it kind of feels like you are camping out in the open, without much tree cover. Once Kris and I camped out be Nelson in the BC rainforest. That had a lot of cover. It was really nice. We should do that again some time. Yeah! I'm thinking a Ramer family camping trip.
This picture appears to have little to do with Saturday night.
It has been so hot. Kris and I weren't sleeping at night until we pulled our mattress into the basement. It is so nice and cool down there. Don't spend much time with the internets though. I think I will move the office down there.
Kris found this image and I think it is pretty hilarious.
"A haberdasher is a person who sells small items via retail, commonly items used in clothing, such as ribbons and buttons, or completed accessories, such as hats or gloves. A haberdasher's shop or the items sold therein are called haberdashery."
Now I, and you, know what I am referring to when I shout "Haberdashery!" I may have to stop taking the haberdashers name in vain.
Did you know Harry Truman was a haberdasher?
Today we take a trip down memory lane with an examination of the various places Kris and I have lived.
The starter apartment. It was a little small and was a sweatlodge in the summer, but it was good.
After 3 years it was time to move on.
We get a little stressed when moving.
Our new apartment was in downtown Calgary. It had a great view. We could hardly believe our luck.
Unfortunately the owners sold it and we had to move, after only 8 months. It was sad.
Hijinks ensued.
No, we really don't like the stress of moving.
Our sadness at leaving soon passed as we found a very nice townhouse, with tons of space.
You'll notice that there are only pictures of the main floor. That's cause upstairs is still not unpacked properly. More pictures when it's all ready.
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