You may have noticed that we’ve been a bit distracted lately.  There’s some big news around here that we’ve been sitting on because it didn’t seem appropriate for the blog.  We try to stay pretty focused on the house here, because we know that that’s why the majority of people read this thing.

But the time has come when we need to share some non-house information.  Because if you were paying close attention to the last entry, you may have noticed something different about Cherie.

C: Should we really tell them?
M: I think we should.  Our family and friends all know now.  It’s going to be pretty obvious really soon.  We don’t want the readers to feel left out.
C: It just seems so…personal.
M: Is this really going to be worse than admitting how often we bicker and swear on a daily basis?
C: Yes, I think it will be.  But fine.  We’ll tell.

Okay, here’s the thing.  Cherie…um, well…Cherie cut her hair.

HA!  Are we funny or what?

Okay, that wasn’t the real news.  Although that is news.  This is the shortest it’s been since the unfortunate Dutch Boy haircut of 1978.

The real news is this:

Yes.  It’s true.  Like the farm families of old that were faced with more work than they had time to do, we have decided to start breeding our own labor force.  Coming this November: an extra set of hands.

How long after birth do you have to wait until the kid can start shingling? Two years? One? Are they good to go once they can hold their head up on their own?

We won’t even make the little one start off with the nail gun.  We aren’t monsters.  They can just hang out in the bouncy seat and plane down the shingles.

That’s not asking too much, is it?

Of course, the other thing this means is that we have three months to turn this mess:

into a suitable nursery.

Wish us luck.