Galloping Cats

The baby’s furniture was delivered on Friday and the room formerly known as my home office is now a nursery. I won’t deny that I will miss having the luxury of my own space, but it does look awesome in there. Ten weeks to go. I am really looking forward to cuddling a newborn! While it seems unlikely, I can’t help staring at red-headed girls wherever I go and wondering if this is how she will look as well. What could be cuter than red-headed siblings?! I’m not getting my hopes up, though!

Gatito has been very sweet, telling everyone that he’s going to have a new sister. Yesterday he spontaneously told us that he was really looking forward to having a baby sister. He has *some* idea of what that means, since two boys he hangs out with just had a baby sister two months ago. But he is very needy, so it’s going to be a big adjustment for him. In the rare instances where we turn on the TV for him, he insists that one of us watch with him. He doesn’t even like it if we sit near him and read. So you can see what we’re up against!

I worked from home last Friday to wait for the furniture delivery and was able to sneak out to see Gatito in karate, which was recommended by the shrink. He’s doing awesome, and I’m referring more to his complete comfort in the situation than to his physical ability. The woman who had signed us up commented on how far he has come in the last month, from needing to be coaxed into the class that first day. (Of course, something else changed a month ago, and that is that stupid school let out.) He also surprised me by counting to 10 in Japanese the other day, which he had learned at karate. He tried to teach me, but I was unteachable, much to his frustration.

The cats, of course, are pretty sure we set that room up for them and are making themselves at home in the crib, the rocker, and on the bookcase benches. I remember being worried when they did that in Gatito’s room, but they gave it a pretty wide berth once he was born.

Gatito’s dental surgery is scheduled for next Friday. I’m not worried about the dentistry part (except for the bill! UGH!) but am a little freaked about the general anesthesia and trying not to think about it. I will be relieved when this is over and that kid had better not get another cavity (they will be sealing all the teeth) ever again. I’m serious!

Oh, and Tata’s Facebook status over the weekend made reference to being hung over after an evening of tequila. (I had to seek help from some Latino co-workers to translate part of the slang!) I have never been so happy. She is really not the type to get drunk while pregnant, so I am thinking I jumped to conclusions. Perhaps the thing that she wasn’t ready to talk about is that she is getting back together with her ex-boyfriend? And he was just helping her out by watching the kiddo while she was at the doctor? I hope?