smacky and bucky

We had a very good weekend. It unfortunately started with the Caps blowing home ice advantage and game 5 to lose to Montreal 2-1, necessitating a game 6 in Montreal tonight. The Caps have a hard time "closing the deal."

Saturday we went to the baby store and ordered the glider for Laura. She'll be spending a LOT of time in that chair, rocking and feeding a baby, so we looked at a number of places before returning to this store to place the order. It's built like a La-Z-Boy rather than a rocking chair, which will be much more comfortable sitting in hours at a time. Then we went to a nice lunch out and came home and both napped. (Gotta get your naps when you can! Good practice for when the kid arrives).

Sunday morning we went to breakfast at a diner and Laura swore the guy in the booth across from us was a Washington Redskin, but didn't know which one. I don't follow football, so I was no help.

Sunday afternoon we were cleaning and organizing and I walked in to the bedroom to find L looking a bit despondent and asked her what was wrong. She sighed and said "nothing," but I pressed it and she said she was feeling overwhelmed because we had so much to do, etc. I put my arms around her and told her not to worry, that we'll get everything done. Then I told her to go sit and watch something on TV to take a break because she was probably tired. Long story short, I heard her on the phone a few hours later telling one of her sisters what I great husband I am.

So, in honor of my spontaneous awesomeness, here's Mr. Otis Redding, with some very good advice...