The first of the goodies

Devin’s mom came by on Tuesday night and brought us a whole bunch of goodies (thank you again!), all of them from Devin’s own days as an infant. Among them:

A knitted hat and sweater (both from Devin’s grandmother, I think), two long nightgowns and a wee little shirt with his name embroidered on it. I’m considering adding an apostrophe and an s.

Two pairs of very awesome 1970s overalls and a little button-down shirt.

Three blankets, including two knitted by his grandmother and a quilt made by his mom.

Bunches of brightly colored toys, some made of wood and some made of plastic.

Our teddy bears. That’s Devin’s (whose name is pronounced “Shasha”; nobody knows if it’s ever been spelled out) on the left, and mine (Paddington; his clothes and face are gone but his music box still works) on the right. I’ve been winding up the music box and playing it to my belly before I go to sleep at night.

All of these things are right in keeping what we hope to encourage throughout this process. If people want to give us things, and we by no means expect it, we’d love hand-me-downs or gently used stuff. There are plenty of baby clothes and toys and things already in the world — there’s no need to manufacture more. :)

Aside from the goody box, the only new items we’ve acquired specifically for the baby are a bunch of prints. Somehow, after years of not really buying any art, we’ve kind of been on a spree. We bought a Bernadette Sipkes piece, and several ilustrations by Mike Dutton.

We are still (slowly) making changes around the house. After much fretting and research about what’s leaching off our nonstick pans, Devin bought some new ones this week and we should be using them any day now. We’re still weighing whether to replace our plastic food-storage containers. I almost never drink out of plastic, already. There are still more contaminants to think about around the house, but we’re starting with these ones.

As for the baby, it seems to be growing and wrestling around and generally doing well. The past three days have been full of movement and kicking — including the first externally visible kick, during the presidential debate Wednesday night (for the record, McCain was talking). Much of the smaller movements really, really tickle — which is both delightful and a little weird. Sometimes it’s all I can do not to just drop everything and focus on those movements.

— Beth