Being around a newborn baby got me thinking. Ummm, what? Well, last week, our good friends' baby, Samuel Harrison Cooper, was born. With that, I'd like you to meet our new baby. After months of my sweet yet forceful harping and cajoling, our landlord agreed it was time to kick our Sanford and Son era stove to the curb.
I absolutely do not have any pics to show you because the old stove was awful: ancient, creaky, unable to light without rolling on the floor and lighting underneath with a match by hand each time. Why would I want pics of that mess (unless as evidence of how fucked up it was)? Perhaps my verbal and written descriptions of the oven door not closing and warping the kitchen cabinets made the landlord finally take notice of our plight. Sadly (not!) I was at work when the stove swap occurred. Oscar reported it looked like our old one should be put to rest in a junkyard. Oh, and that the Sanford and Son intro song would've been the best tune to hear as the old one went down our stairs and into a truck. The new stove is everything I think a baby should be: clean and comforting to be around.