My Wife is Possessed

First, for the few who read this, a picture from today. It was taken after we had our first visit from the adoption social worker. The deal is that in order to finalize the adoption we have to have three visits. I suppose they are making sure we aren't putting the child to hard labor or something. He is apt as taking a good picture, though.



Back to demons possessing my wife. If there is one thing I could count on her for, throughout our courtship and marriage, it is that she does not do crafts. When my mother bragged on the homemade corn relish of my ex-sister-in-law, we scoffed and made fun. When a guest at our wedding threatened a homemade sampler as a wedding gift, we cringed. Just passing a Michael's will make my wife break out in hives. Evidently, though, young Jack has powers beyond being a budding swimsuit model. Today my wife did crafts, and Jack inspired her.

As you can imagine, we didn't get much warning about Jack's arrival. Our friend Maria took us out to Babys R Us the night before and we dropped $1,000. We don't have a crib yet, and we don't even have room for one. (Does anyone need a day bed, cheap?) We certainly didn't buy a mobile with those nice designs on it that make a budding swimsuit model into an Einstein. Today, however, my wife made a mobile.

What does it take? Well, one of those flimsy coat hanges and some scraps of wrapping paper, and also the inside of some Baby Gap bags. That Baby Gap sends the clothes home in some spiffy bags. Anyway, the homemade, dare I say crafty, contraption now hangs over the changing table. I daresay Jack will use it for target practice.