I had wondered what I was going to talk about with my dad when I was off work. Before Owen, we had weekly conversations about computers. It makes him happy, so whatever, I can discuss computers for 20 minutes a week. Yesterday, I actually discussed NCAA basketball for about 10 minutes. I wouldn't have thought I even knew 10 minutes of conversation about basketball. Leo had been watching the selection show, so I got to parrot back some stuff. Thank God for TV.

Leo drove all the way to Chicago and back on Saturday, just to get the last cabinet for our kitchen. He got all the way there and it was broken! I would have gone ballistic on their Swedish asses, but he took it quite well.

We have a wedding to go to in a couple of weeks and I wanted to buy something cute and dressier than normal for Owen to wear. His cousin Fiona, who is 4 months old, has a cute dress to wear. Well, I guess they don't make formal wear for newborn boys. There was nothing. I'd even go for a sleeper without trucks or dogs or sports on it. But noo. His Grandma bought him the world's tiniest cashmere sweater, maybe I could pair that with something. You know, like a pair of black pants (which do not exist for newborns). And a collared shirt (which, again, has never been manufactured for newborns). Why can't I just play dress up with my offspring? Isn't that what new parents do? I can't have the family photos showing Fiona in a nice dress and my kid in doggy pajamas.

Owen had something like his first bath yesterday n(he lost his umbilical stump on Saturday and now he has a very cute belly button). I don't know if it really counted as a bath, because it involved about 2 cups of warm water and no soap. Either way, he hated it. He screamed like we were torturing him. Wetting his head did make his hair all fluffy though.

The cloth diapers I had been so jazzed about still don't fit. They are huge on him, even though I got the smallest sizes. So we bought yet another pack of disposable diapers yesterday. I'll probably be hooked by the time he fits into cloth. Irritating. Oh, and you wouldn't believe how many cans of formula I've received in the mail (ok, the number is 7. Doesn't that seem excessive?). I've gotten them addressed to both my married and maiden names. How do they know I've had a baby? And is formula the most aggressively marketed substance on earth? The first can is free, then you are hooked for life!