As noted by one of my neighbors last weekend, the breeders have taken over the block. I think I mentioned in a post a few months ago that we have new babies all over the neighborhood. Well, their ranks have been multiplying, and we are planning a takeover of our quiet cul-de-sac. In mid May, our neighbors two doors down had a son, Kal-el. (Yes, like Nicholas Cage's son and Superman). Then this week, our neighbors across the way had a baby girl Maisie. (Don't you love the name?) Another one of our neighbors is having a baby in early October.
Last Saturday some neighbors put together a surprise shower for Maisie's parents, Deb and Michael. At the shower, Deb predicted that the baby would be born within the next 72 hours. She didn't even need that much time as Maisie was born the very next day. We went to visit for a few moments this week, and Maisie was just perfect. I don't think I remember Zeke being little like that at all! This is a photo of Michael doing some cramming to get ready for fatherhood as we made him carry Zeke around for the first part of the party. Pretty much a natural and what a trooper. No surprise, but Zeke drooled profusely on him. (It's one thing when it's your kid, but another when it's the neighbors'.) I'm so thrilled for them, but a little disappointed, too, as Deb said she would babysit for us. We had been planning on doing it when our lives settled down a little (we've been feeling pretty busy), but I think we might have missed our chance. Not sure if they are up for babysitting Zeke right now.

I'm excited that there will be so many children Zeke's age in the neighborhood. I think all of the parents are envisioning kids being able to ride bikes around...Kal-el's dad has even suggested getting a hockey or basketball team together. I don't know what that would entail, but maybe Zeke will get to find out.
* Okay, I really wanted to call this entry "New Kids on the Block" but it did seem moderately insufferable. Still, I giggled at myself enough that I still had to mention it. Once day, Zeke is going to have to face the fact that his mother is such a misfit with terrible taste that the first concern she ever went to was a 1988 NKOTB concert at a club for teenagers. Egh. My running excuse for this terribly sad fact is that my friend Wendy took me, but as I am blessed with free will, I'm sure that does nothing to redeem me.