Cats in the Cradle

Jo had about 40 weeks to start from a couple of cells and end up with a multicellular eukaryote. I had my own cell division to do - to split the back living area into a living room and nursery room.

First, I did nothing for 7 months. Then, Michelle - the pragmatist, suggested drywall and a door. Makes sense. But Michelle can put up drywall. This made me suspicious of a when-you-are-a-hammer everything-looks-like-a-nail conspiracy. Like Dubya's troop surge, I swung to the other extreme. I decided on a three-panel sliding door structure that hangs from rails in the ceiling.

My old room mate and friend who did my remodel was brought back in. Plans were drawn up, fine lumber yards were visited, and advance payments were made. By the end of December, it looked like installation would be completed by Jan 16. Vivian wasn't due till Feb 13. I figured that if my friend's estimate was a 100% off and Vivian was 2 weeks early, the doors and Vivian would run into each other on their way into the house. The first was probable, the second was possible.

Vivian was 3 days late. The doors are more.

Meanwhile, Crazy (our sane cat) has taken up residence in the nursery. She seriously thinks it's her room. She loves to sleep in the lovely maple Oeuf crib - in the part that is covered by the matching changing table. She stretches out on the recliner. The rug is perfect for kneading and as an occasional scratching-post.

Vivian's pack-and-play shares our bedroom with us.

Someday, the doors may be here (by the way, that statement is attributable to my POV framework for dealing with the world. "Probably Optimistically Vague", and is modeled after PAC from Machine Learning - "Probably Approximately Correct", which is my framework to answer questions) .

If Vivian outgrows her crib before the doors get here, we'll never tell Crazy that the crib wasn't hers.