The kitchen is finished. As far as I know there are no loose ends. I have to make sure the fan on the microwave is vented to the outside, but other than that, there's nothing on my punchlist. We need to paint and finish unpacking boxes, but other than that, we're in GREAT shape.
This is very cool.
So, we start a new holiday tradition: Christmas Eve dinner at our house. My mom is coming over on Saturday morning and we're going to spend much of the day making dinner for 11 people. Then the next day Me, Rich and Eric will do a quiet Christmas morning together. Eric has discovered presents. He saw my cousin had a large box of wrapped presents and was running around the house saying "I want some presents!" It will be less cute when he's four. But given his recent verbal advances, it's cool to see him articulate himself like this.
Should be a fun week. I am exhausted and a little worried about keeping up with Eric, but we've arranged some playdates with some folks from E's school and I think Rich will be there 3 out of five days. But the pregnancy-induced exhaustion is rearing its ugly head once again. I pick up Eric and play with him and the minute Rich walks in the door and starts playing with E, I loose consciousness. It isn't pretty. But I just can't help it. I'll be tired after the baby comes, but it's a different kind of tired. Right now, I've been sick with a mild but annoying cold for over 2 months and the pregnancy makes me tired anyhow. I need about 12 hours of sleep a day, and there are probably better odds of me winning the lottery than of me getting enough sleep.