How come every time I mention to someone that we’re expecting twins, they say “get sleep while you can”

I mean, all babies do is eat, poop and sleep, right

Right

As I’ve mentioned in prior posts, I have never been particularly handy with tools or doing anything that requires the use of tools. It comes from being raised by a single mom whose main tool was a butter knife. That is why I am particularly proud of the way our house is coming together.

I mean, this stuff isn’t rocket science. I do have an Ivy League education, after all, and while I don’t recall studying “The art of laying a wood laminate floor” at Columbia, I’m sure it was probably mentioned when we studied the Parthenon.

Not to brag or anything, but here’s a short list of things I’ve accomplished recently…

1) Laid aforementioned wood laminate floor (used jigsaw extensively and was able to rent a cordless pneumatic nail gun - cool!)

2) Painted entire downstairs three different colors.

3) Put together multiple items from IKEA (Hey, it’s harder than it looks)

4) Caulked the shower and sinks

Here are my next projects…

1) Finish painting baby’s room and install chair rail. Green on the bottom, lavender on the top. I get to use my Ryobi Airgrip Laser Level on this project.

2) Install paver patio in back yard. We will need a jack hammer to break up old concrete step.

3) Finish installing landscaping (palm tree, plants, etc.)

4) Dig and install drainage ditch up front to protect us from these terrible San Diego winters.

I’ll keep you posted.

My mom told me she had googled my great grandparents on my father’s side and had found a history of the Henry’s in Missouri. It’s pretty fascinating to see my lineage laid out like that.

It’s also humbling to know that these people, whom I have never known or heard of, are the reason I am here today. It’s also kind of cool to know that there is a school named after my familiy in this little town in Missouri.

Go Henrys!

By the time I’d grown up, I naturally supposed that I’d be grown up.

-Eve Babitz

In order to better prepare for our two arrivals, we recently got ourselves a Costco membership (Thanks, Mom!). While we have tried it out a few times, for now it’s just too much of anything for just the two of us.

Today, however, I bought gas at Costco for the first time. After waiting in line for about 5 minutes, I finally was able to pump “cheap” gas.

The cost $2.139 a gallon.

This is about 12 cents cheaper per gallon than the gas stations down the street.

The price we pay to live in paradise.

Now that I’m going to be the father of a girl, I must learn the tricks of the trade. I found this list of rules for dating my daughter at brainybug.

It makes perfect sense to me.

P.S. This list is from W. Bruce Cameron who wrote “8 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter.”