Notes from the crib

We finally got George's kitchen delivered yesterday. It's still not put together and probably won't be at least until the weekend. But at least we now have two boxes of kitchen parts. While the original only took two days to arrive, due to more shipping problems the replacement with the "expedited" shipping took over two weeks. I guess "expedited" must mean slow. I thought that George wouldn't notice that he didn't have a kitchen to play with, since we didn't really talk about it in front of him. We didn't ask him if he wanted a kitchen for Christmas, really didn't discuss presents and such with him at all. So imagine my surprise when George started playing with his new toys on Christmas morning. He stacked up some Melissa and Doug slice and bake cookies onto their tray, stood up, turned around in a circle in the middle of the living room as if he was looking for something and then asked pitifully, "Where's kitchen?" It just about broke my heart. Luckily, we were able to convince him that the end table could be used as an oven, and a crisis was averted.