Bah, I am still tired from the weekend. On Friday I went to York (outside Toronto) to play a floorball tournament. Great fun with the lads both on and off the field (the Wife stayed at home, a nine hour car ride with some farty dudes wasn't appealing to her). We played five games in three days with a 3-1-1 record. Unfortunately, the only loss came in the quartefinals... Kudos to S for scoring in his first tournament and later showing a bunch of cones who is boss.
Playing in the tournament made me feel old, very old. The kids we were playing against were mostly in the early twenties, my teammates and I are in our thirties... Luckily we can still kick the kids' behinds were it matters, in drinking (I will not expand on the drinking part. If you know me and my teammates, you should know what I am talking about).
Four weeks to go until the birth of Samster. We are more or less ready for Samster's arrival, just need to wash the baby clothes and put up some curtains. The Wife's belly is big and moves quite a lot when Sam is trying to get comfortable in there.
More and more, she is transforming into mama-mode, I am still clueless and in denial of what will happen in about a month.
Cone tossers!
ReplyDelete7 weeks to go and I feel you. I call you brave to say that you are ready. I have no idea, still, whats coming, more than a screaming little thing that wants nothing but sleep, eat and poop. What have I gotten myself into is my big question : )
Well, things are gonna get hectic in our house the next 7 weeks I guess.