Honey-Do

I'm a list maker. At any given moment I have at least 2, if not 3 or 4 or 5 or more, lists that outline what needs to be done, for work, for the house, for the baby. I make lists when I am packing to go out of town for a weekend. I can barely stand going to the grocery store without a list. It's not even worth my time to leave the house to run errands if I don't have a list of some sort.

So in preparation for Cupcake's arrival, I have made a list that we need to complete. And by we, I mean a lot of times, Aaron, because there are only so many things I am able to do at this point in my pregnancy. Aaron is a good sport about it—he indulges me with my list of tasks—and I try and be realistic about what can get completed by December.

This weekend, he tackled a task that has been weighing on my mind for years. You see, Aaron loves technology, and consequently, all the wires that come with it. In fact, he may really love wires more than he loves the technology those wires drive. He has a crazy collection of wires and adapters and things I can't name. It's very handy, really—we always have whatever we need to plug this electronic device into that one. For example, I can move shows from the DVR to the computer, or from a video tape to a hard drive. Way more impressive than my own mixed-tape set up from high school, where I dubbed my CDs on to cassette tapes for the car.

So we have a lot of wires in the house, connecting televisions to cable, and computers to televisions, and routers to devices, and so on. This weekend, Aaron spent time planning out a wiring layout, and he hid all the wires in closets and made new jacks in the walls for all these things. I think he did a great job. And I only had to sit on the floor in some closets a few times feeding wires through walls to him, and he helped me and my pregnant self get up off the floor every time.

I even learned how to wire Cat5 jacks—I'm pretty proud of myself for that one.

Now, there are no wires trailing across the floor in any of the rooms, and you can most conveniently connect to the internet, wirelessly or wired, in any room in the house. It's gloriously nerdy. And now the baby can have a laptop whenever she's ready. I think Aaron will begin teaching her to code software at an early age.

Thanks, Aaron! One more thing checked off the list!