Mr. Fixit

Last night, Uncle Dave and Aunt Claire came up to visit us and we headed to a minor league game in Zebulon where Dave and Eric's hometown friend, Kris Harvey, was playing in a baseball game.  We got home around 11:30 and when I walked in the house, I noticed it was a bit warm.  Our thermostat read a balmy 81...even high for my warm standards.  I knew when I married Eric two years ago, that while he is a man of many traits, Mr. Fixit he is not.  For this reason, I got a good laugh when I overheard the conversation between Eric and Dave.

Eric (in the attic): I'm not sure what I'm looking for.
Dave (down below):  Did you open the vent?
Eric: That would be like asking me to open my small intestine and asking me what I see.

Needless to say, with our air conditioning broken, no covers were needed last night.  Deja vu from this warm night and this hot day.  Adding insult to injury, Brady's old sleeping patterns seem to have returned.  The last three nights, he's woken up about every two hours.  Last night: 1:45, 3:45, 6:45.  I look forward to the day that a three hour break will not feel like such a relief.  As part of our morning routine, I brought Brady to our bed after he woke up.  It's a fun time because unlike his mom, he seems to be a morning person and its all smiles.  Uncharacteristically, Brady didn't poop all yesterday and I was worried that when it did come, it would come with a vengeance.  Sure enough, Eric was on the phone with the air conditioner people and Brady let one loose.  Huggies had no chance against Brady.  So as we speak, Eric is at the hardware store, our sheets, including our mattress pad, are in the washer, and our thermostat is 85 and rising.  TGIF!!

Twinsies!

Postgame