At one time (I can't remember exactly when) I was going to get a job, then we were going to find a home (with cable) and then have a baby. On closer inspection it seems things aren't going to work out that way. My work permit won't arrive in time for us to get all that done before Chuck's grand entrance. Hence the nursery in Mac's spare room.
Heather and I spent last weekend un-flattening flat-packs full of baby furniture. There's a crib, a changing table and a chest of drawers... which is exactly like a grown-up chest of drawers, only with extra safety stickers on it.
Heather has also been busy making baby apparel. That's American for clothes. Look: