My patio reconstruction project continues. I’ve started digging around the existing patio, with two possible plans in mind: expanding the size of the patio so that there’s more room for nice patio furniture, and also possibly digging underneath the existing semi-removed concrete and putting dynamite under there.
I’ll let you know how that goes.
Of course, having just bought plane tickets for a trip to Texas to show off my progeny (more on him in a moment), I can’t actually afford to buy the bricks to put the patio in place. Not that this is a problem, because my original plan, “Weekend #1: remove concrete pad and dig out new patio to average depth of 8 inches,” has been changed to “Entire freaking summer: remove as much of the concrete as you can (probably not much) and dig out the patio to a depth of ‘wherever I stop when I get tired and frustrated.'” So I’m sure I’ll have the $800-1000 I’m gonna need to buy brick pavers in April 2007, no problem.
As to my son: he is now just over three weeks old, and has been making attempts to smile at us. He also is eating so much that I’m afraid Sarah is going to waste away. He’s extremely parasitic. Luckily, he’s not scaly or clawy or anything, so we’re willing to put up with it. He can also roll over about halfway if you put him on a soft surface like a bed.
As of Tuesday, he weighed 11 pounds 11 ounces. That, according to the CDC’s official growth statistics, qualifies him as “Holy Crap That Kid Is Massive,” or HCTKIM (often pronounced hicket-kim). Us? We just call him Teh H@nds0m3.
