It's been delivery week here as Casa de Cheeky, as we have slowly but surely ensured that Chloe will be going to a state school instead of Stanford. We finally got the new car, after a last minute journey through Khazakstan and Numibia, and it rocks! I drove it to work today in Queens, and it's a great ride. Tomorrow the Dish Muncher 2000 gets replaced by a new dishwasher, which is supposed to purrrr like a kitten. And some lovely gifts have been arriving as well! It's like winning Cliff-Hanger, Plinko, AND the Showcase Showdown!
At the same time, there may be early signs that life is getting a bit more normal. I actually made it to the gym for the first time in a month, although those of you who knew me in high school know that's nothing new. And Claudia managed to do a little clothes shopping, since parts of her are simultaneously growing and shrinking. Unfortunately, we are still running out of options for babysitters on Saturday, when we hope to attend a friend's going away party. I read several books and none of them recommend storing Chloe in Tupperware, despite all the claims of keeping things fresh, so that's out. Let us know if you know of anyone (preferably Elizabeth Shue) who could cover for us that night.
NOTE: In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that as I was writing this, Chloe had a growler of such force that the dookie ricocheted off the bottom of her diaper and gushed out the top, destroying %0.02 of Earth's remaining ozone and permanently scarring her father's psyche. I thought only the Defense Department had weapons with that sort of blast radius. Preferred qualifications for the babysitting job now include previous experience in a slaughterhouse or nuclear waste management facility, or as a NYC food inspector.