Saturday is a Special Day

It's the day we waste doing all the stuff we couldn't do during the week.

It's been a busy week.  I don't think I made it home before 8:30 or 9pm on any night.  Monday we went to  the worlds worst baby class, breast feeding.  It started with a discussion of how the breast produces milk (helpful), why breast feeding is so beneficial to a child's development (good to know), the various positions and techniques for optimal results (very useful).  Then we progressed (or digressed) into video of slobbering babies and lactating nipples (disgusting).  I'll never look at a breast the same way again.  I'm pretty sure my favorite part of the night was when the instructor projected a picture of what a messy diaper should look like when a baby is breast feeding properly.  If it wasn't enough to have a six foot poop-filled diaper glowing in the screen at center stage, she left it up there for what felt like ten minutes.  I'm beginning to wonder if some of the instructors for these baby classes are looking for fewer hours, and so are trying to discourage reproduction.

The rest of the week went as follows- Tuesday was a work dinner, Wednesday night church stuff, Thursday I flew to Vegas for two days of meetings, arriving home about 8:30 on Friday.  So like most weeks for most people, Saturday becomes nothing more than a day to catch up on all the stuff that couldn't be done during the week.  I'm not complaining, I still love Saturdays.  It's still the one day where a person can in theory blow off anything that "needs" to be done and just do what one wants.

We started our day by going to the beach so I could run and Ally could get a walk in.  This is still one of my favorite parts about living in LA.  The ocean is so refreshing in the morning, and none of the rif-raff has yet arrived for a day at the beach.  And we always end our workouts with a stop at the farmers market for a fresh squeezed orange juice and a freshly made croissant.  Maybe the traffic is worth it...

I spent most of the rest of the day working on a dresser I'm restoring for the baby's room.  We found it at a thrift store and thought it was cool, so I figured I'd take a shot at freshening it up.  It's more beat up than I would like ideally, but hopefully it will turn out.  I'll post some before-and-after photos when I'm done.

Looking forward to this baby.  Three weeks to go.