On Friday we went up to Boulder for a change of pace. Every time we go we have it in our minds that it will be different. But it never is, the town is a mixed message of environmental spiritual peace and mass consumerism. I'm torn which annoys me more, the trustifarians walking the streets asking for money or the fact that the Pearl Street Mall that touts itself as a unique small town place is filled with the same stores as the malls. We try ever six months to like Boulder, but we can't.
However, there are somethings that you can find in Boulder that we occasionally need. This time we were heading to the bookstore, a book on Native American Healing (I'm still not sure what it's for but Kevin made a persuasive argument that it was useful for some sort of acupuncture crossover), and to Two Hands, the paper store (I was hunting for small vellum envelopes). Kevin found his book, after an hours search with a fussy baby, hungry wife and having to lug the stroller up and down the stairs a few times. I however only found things I didn't need at the paper store.
Once again Boulder was turning out to be a disappointment. After regaining some of my sanity through eating lunch at Mountain Sun, including a surprisingly good tasting espresso stout, we headed back to the car. Walking back past the paper store we saw one of their old paper display shelves out on the side walk with a FREE sign on it. How could I not.
With much effort from Kevin we moved what must have been at least 200 hundred pounds of wood on to the top of the car and got home with out the roof caving in.
|From Art shelf|
|From Art shelf|
I was a little afraid what Alder's first night in the crib would be like but I had no reason to, the boy already sleeps anywhere. The crib's in our room so the only real difference was that I had to stand up to hand him a bottle.
As for the night sleep I think we all like this arrangement better. It's a little sad that his warm little body isn't bumping up against me all night long. But Kevin does his best to fill the gap and he doesn't pee in the bed.