Emma asked me where she might change the baby when she comes tomorrow, and I think she was a little startled when we said the dining room table would be fine. We aren’t really very formal here.

Maria got the car seat into my cars yesterday, a major achievement I could not ever have managed by myself. She also put the crib and high chair together. We have to assemble the baby monitor and I think we’re set. Emma send her own choice of ecologically acceptable diapers and wipes.

I’ve been stocking up on food – cheerios, fresh eggs from the chickens, bread, apple cider bacon, some greens, grass-fed beef. I think I better get some beer (a new micro-brewery opened in our town last week). I’m excited, we have never had a baby staying in the farmhouse, let alone my grandchild.

I suppose I’m a bit anxious, at least Maria says I am. We also have the refugee soccer team coming on Saturday, and we plan a full afternoon for them – sheepherding, art lessons, stress and movement lessons, pizza at Pompanuck Farms, a tour of Ed Gulley’s dairy farm. I hope Robin and Emma come along, it’s up to them.

I just noticed strange sounds coming from the plumbing and pipes, have to go check for septic trouble. And I have to go and sign more books at Battenkill, they are closing in on 1,000 copies sold there. My head is spinning a bit.