"Budgeting for Baby"

...is the name of the class Waaz (as everyone here calls him) and I took this morning.* It was a very informative** class provided by the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society for individuals/couples about to embark into the world of parenthood and attempting to determine the effect said infant(s) will have on their monthly flow of mula. A retired Marine named Charlie was the instructor, and his wife was there to laugh at the jokes she'd probably heard a million times and to hand out the goodies we received simply for listening to her budget-counscious husband for an hour. Apparently, it's expensive to have a baby. Who knew? Along with a bunch of worksheets to figure out our budget (I already have one, a fact which seems to escape certain tall people in the house. Luckily, he lives by the budget without even realizing it, so all's well), we received a camo booklet to record our expidentures for a month and the following :


















(two each of crib sheets, bibs, sleepers, and blankets, plus some onesies and a hooded towel with matching washcloth)



My mother informs me that there are so many humans (since it's no longer PC to assume it's just women) who have volunteered to make little sweaters, hats, and booties for "Baby's First Seabag" that they aren't accepting more names at this time. When i pulled the booties out of the bag, Waaz's first comment was, "aren't those a little big?" Big enough to fit a 6 month old, as it turns out:

















A six-month old who, by the way, has graciously allowed me to borrow her toes, since I can no longer view my own from above anymore:









I guess this is a joke, kind of like Peek-a-boo, only it's Peek-over-the-belly.














*This class didn't start until 10, so we're talking huge sacrifice on the hubby's part to work all night and not go to bed until we got back at around noon. He deserves almost as many kudos as he does for his reply when I let Kiersha fuss for about 20 minutes a few days ago before realizing that he was asleep in the other room. I apologised, and he said, "Well, she's gotta learn to fix herself sometime." Wasn't upset at me at all. What a great guy.


*well, informative for those in society who don't already know everything. I personally was bored stiff. Waaz spent his time attempting to unlock his phone and practicing writing with his left hand, but I think he was more trying to stay awake than stave off boredom.