TheLimey got the job offer from his top pick job, so we have been attempting to celebrate that.
We tried having a takeout crab dinner from a local fishmonger, but neither of us had ever had crabs before (yes, ha, ha) so we didn't realize that it was completely inappropriate for a household with a 2-year-old. At least one who is awake, which Limelet always is. We didn't realize how low the meat-to-shell ratio is, and how much whacking and picking would be involved. The mallet provided by the fishmonger turned out to be so much like Limelet's little wooden hammer for his peg-bench, that we just ended up using that, too. Despite how frustrating and complicated it was to us, Limelet became immediately distraught because he wanted to whack crabs, too. I couldn't think of a reason why not to allow it, but you can imagine the results. We ended up clearing everything away and having noodles (Limelet) and crackers and cheese (us). Maybe we should have done that in the first place.
Limelet may be teething again, as he still has at least another set of four to come in and seems to be showing a lot of the usual signs. At any rate, this weekend was a trainwreck as far as sleeping goes. We are all simply exhausted. Also cranky, especially me.
At any rate, we went out for a nice rainy walk on campus yesterday to try to tire out Limelet* (and just get outside), and we stopped at the coffee shop mid-campus. One of the employees (I'll sexistly guess the female one) had left on the counter their current reading material, a romance novel called A Baby in the House . I was flabbergasted that it could even be remotely considered as romance novel material. Maybe birth-control novel material, but definitely not romantic! When we left the coffee shop I told TheLimey about it, and we had a good, if hollow-sounding, laugh.
*It didn't work. He was up until midnight again anyway.