Staple guns and nesting

# Chapter 235

There are few things in life like walking down the street with my staple gun. Yeah you didn’t see that one coming did you? My youngest daughter is seven months pregnant and she is on a tear to make the house perfect for baby Emma’s imminent arrival. She is driving her poor husband crazy. But I get it, Brenda was a big nester before each of our three kids arrived and so this is not a surprise. So while I was talking to my dad yesterday on our daily call, youngest daughter texts me to come and staple some stuff for her. After wrapping up my call with Dad, I grabbed my staple gun and some fresh staples and headed down there.

It was a lovely visit and I felt powerful after making youngest daughter happy. I love helping the kids and the grands in these ways. I have a rollerblade repair job waiting for me on my workbench downstairs for second grandson. I have hammer and nails sitting on the dining room table to help Brenda complete her weeks long project of organizing our decades of pictures and getting them ready to put up on the walls. It will be awesome. These are the manly versions of nesting I imagine. Yeah men can nest, you can be sure of it. Regardless I am thrilled and looking forward to baby Emma making and appearance soon. Being Baba and Opa is the best. And I love it when I can do things other than thinking all day.

Now about that snow . . .