Farewell to Dr. Wong, hello to loot

Last weekend, we crossed the wide Hudson to see That Squiffy Baby ... and the Lamberts showered us with Baby Stuff: a breast pump (it doesn't seem to work on me; I must be doing something wrong). a bottle sterilizer, a bassinet, a baby tub, &c., &c., &c. Thank you, Lamberts!! You are the coolest ... and I would say that even if Dave weren't in a dirty-country-music band.

The day after, we saw our beloved Dr. Wong, who gave us one last ultrasound (Mango was playing air drums and moshing) before gently breaking the news that we were switching to Valeriana's care. Greta got a little teary afterwards, but she'll be seeing him again post-partum for her regular girly-parts checkups, so we are comforted by the fact that he'll get to meet our little sprog.



Is it just me, or do breast pumps bear a striking resemblance to those obnoxious air horns that jerkweeds bring to sporting events?