J and my dad were brutally productive this afternoon. While my mother and I bought tiny baby socks at the mall, they assembled the crib, found out the light fixture we bought for that room wouldn't work (DAMN IT), hung the drapes in the living room (which we've been meaning to do since August) and fixed our bedroom door so that it shuts (which it hasn't since we moved in two years ago).
Frankly, I am tired just typing that.
Then we all ate onion rings. Or at least that is what I remember.