We have arrived in Rensselaer. At the moment we’re just hanging out, waiting for the movers to catch up to us. Cal is very fond of having an almost entirely carpeted living space, though his feelings towards the two flights of stairs are somewhat more mixed (as mine will no doubt be soon, once you-know-who really gets crawling).
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We picked up our tickets to the Papal Mass in Yankee Stadium and have been busy trying to discourage Pru from putting them in her mouth.
We made a very tasty classic Texan dinner: chicken fried steak and Dr Pepper.
We did the laundry (and temporarily lost Cal in the process).
We cleaned the oven; it passed Cal’s inspection.
We saw the kneelerthat will be used when the Holy Father (Be-ne-dict X-V-I/Be-ne-dict, he’s our guy!) visits our neighborhood.
It’s remarkable (to me at least) how suddenly Pru went from being someone for whom just sitting around being held was plenty of entertainment and for whom the entire world was a giant, undifferentiated source of stimulus to someone who enjoys specific activities and who understands, on a rudimentary level, that some things (the cat, toys) are fun whereas others aren’t.
If you’re Catholic, be sure to get to Mass today – it’s the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, which, because it’s the patronal feast of the United States, does not get moved to the nearest Sunday even when it falls on a Saturday. We just got back from Mass ourselves. It was Pru’s second visit, as we’d stopped by briefly this past week to drop off our tithes for the two weeks we missed and our RSVP (negative, alas) for the Christmas party. She’s not a Christian yet, so she technically doesn’t have to go, but Cal stubbornly refuses to babysit unless we let him raid the fridge and make long distance calls on the phone. We tell him we don’t have a land-line, but he won’t listen!