2003-10-13-12:02 p.m.
This weekend we went to Stokoe Farms and Ro boy had a big time. He really loved the three story slide where you end up in a pile of hay. They also had a big pile of hay that kids could just jump in as well as a hay maze and a hay mountain. Husband was miserable because hay is like the worst thing for his asthma. I think the apple cider and pumpkin donuts made up for it though. I kind of like this new trend in agritainment. It's good for little kids.

We close on the house Thursday morning. Yay!
Then, the work will begin.

My step-cousin is an electrician, so he's going to come over and sort out some minor electrical stuff and install a transfer switch so we can switch over to a generator more easily in the event of a power outage.

Since I'm pregnant, I've decided not to do the painting anymore. There's a lot of painting that needs to be done, so we're hiring my aunt's German mother to do it. She was trained in all these painting/finishing techniques in Germany and she doesn't even tape off a room for painting. I can't believe that. She's that neat plus she's been doing this for over 40 years. Everyone says she's really good and fast. She's retired now but still does a few odd jobs.

I think we may get the floors done professionally too. Husband is freaked about doing it because he's never done it and he thinks I'll be hard to please - which is probably true. I'm a terrible perfectionist about some things.
We still have trees to cut and ditches to dig and curtains to make. You have to pay for trash pick up separately here, so we have to figure that out too. Joel: Any opinion on the companies that serve Brighton?

I also have my first Obgyn appointment on Thursday. I didn't think my doctor delivered babies but it appears he does. I'm not sure which hospital he uses though.

We're also going to register our cars on Thursday and get NY driver's licenses. We still have Washington state everything. Thursday's going to be a nutty nutty day. Fortunately, my mom will have Ro boy and he won't be subjected to us running around like headless chickens.

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