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So, in Charlottesville. when summoned for jury duty, you have to appear for the summons. You listen to the judge, watch the movie, and then they start taking people's preferred date pool (they give an option of three schedules). After that come the deferments. After THAT, the excusals.
So . . . that meant Ronan and I got to sit in the courtroom or just outside of it for an hour and a half. I was excused, of course, but it was rather tedious.
He's not napped much today, which means he's sleeping off and on this evening. With the term starting back up, new students are moving in/out across the street, so Jericho is on high alert. This means that Ronan is on high grump. I'm trying to laugh and coo when the dog barks so that Ronan associates the barking with happy things, instead of sharp words to the dog. But this means the dog is more likely to bark, not remembering that I just said "no" or "quiet". *sigh*
Managed to get in a Whole Foods run and a gas/coffee run. So I suppose today was somewhat productive. Tom and I also made a big ol' pot of chili, so we can eat on that for a couple days, concentrating on putting everything else in order.
My parents will be here later this week, along with my grandparents. My in-laws will be here this weekend. Our kitchen's getting new cabinets. Woohoo! Hence the need for order. Things must be boxed up. Oy.
I need to clean quite thoroughly. If Ronan looks like he's still sleeping in five minutes, I'll go attack the bathroom. Sink and toilet don't take much time. The floors and tub are![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
explodingcat's share. If he's still quiet, I'll either unpack a suitcase or stuff a bag with Goodwill-bound items. Probably goodwill, since I can often attend to laundry while Ronan's in a good mood.
Three more pics over at flickr. Ronan will be four months old tomorrow. It's crazy! He's just now starting to edge out of the 3mo carter's clothing. It still fits him in girth, but his torso seems a bit long for them. Thank goodness--maybe this means he didn't inherit the short-torso my mother and I sport.
Sadly, this means the awesome orange onesie is getting too small, as well, as I discovered when I dressed him today. There's no tag, so I don't know what brand it is, or whether it's a dyed onesie. I've gotta see if I can get some similar colors with dye, because Ronan looks damn good in orange.
So . . . that meant Ronan and I got to sit in the courtroom or just outside of it for an hour and a half. I was excused, of course, but it was rather tedious.
He's not napped much today, which means he's sleeping off and on this evening. With the term starting back up, new students are moving in/out across the street, so Jericho is on high alert. This means that Ronan is on high grump. I'm trying to laugh and coo when the dog barks so that Ronan associates the barking with happy things, instead of sharp words to the dog. But this means the dog is more likely to bark, not remembering that I just said "no" or "quiet". *sigh*
Managed to get in a Whole Foods run and a gas/coffee run. So I suppose today was somewhat productive. Tom and I also made a big ol' pot of chili, so we can eat on that for a couple days, concentrating on putting everything else in order.
My parents will be here later this week, along with my grandparents. My in-laws will be here this weekend. Our kitchen's getting new cabinets. Woohoo! Hence the need for order. Things must be boxed up. Oy.
I need to clean quite thoroughly. If Ronan looks like he's still sleeping in five minutes, I'll go attack the bathroom. Sink and toilet don't take much time. The floors and tub are
explodingcat's share. If he's still quiet, I'll either unpack a suitcase or stuff a bag with Goodwill-bound items. Probably goodwill, since I can often attend to laundry while Ronan's in a good mood.Three more pics over at flickr. Ronan will be four months old tomorrow. It's crazy! He's just now starting to edge out of the 3mo carter's clothing. It still fits him in girth, but his torso seems a bit long for them. Thank goodness--maybe this means he didn't inherit the short-torso my mother and I sport.
Sadly, this means the awesome orange onesie is getting too small, as well, as I discovered when I dressed him today. There's no tag, so I don't know what brand it is, or whether it's a dyed onesie. I've gotta see if I can get some similar colors with dye, because Ronan looks damn good in orange.
