Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!

So Dad and Ripley still indulge in their art.  Ripley is doing a portrait of Dad, that should be interesting.

I did mention that I put out a tent for Hans and I.  My room has no space for a double bed.  We have some workmen coming soon to fix this but the tent will do.

I was so nervous.  But I had to do it.  I had to tell Hans that he was about to be a daddy.  What if he freaks?  What if he dashes for the hills?

Hans was thrilled by the news.  So much so, he proposed.  He is looking forward to being a daddy.

I hope for a little boy.  Hans just wants a healthy happy baby.

My growing belly fascinated Hans.  He talks to it, rubs it, and listens to it.

Our baby is going to know his daddy long before he or she is born.

Johnny met up with his old elementary school friend Francisca at the library.  My friends tell me that they are likely to be friends always but never more than friends.  There were just no sparks in this meeting.

My guitar playing is steadily improving.  I'm able to earn tips now, that should be fantastic.

With the baby getting closer, we should start thinking about that wedding.  I'm going to ask Hans if he'd mind being a Grant.  Cusark-Montgomery is rather a mouthful.

Dad's art is interesting.  Not the most realistic I've ever seen.

This is Ripley's portrait of Dad.  I'm not sure I like the styling, I was hoping for something more realistic.

The workmen came and finished our new bedroom.  My old room should be perfect for a nursery for the little bub.

Promising the baby toys before it is even born.  I think Hans is going to be such a great dad.

He has bunny slippers?  Bunny slippers that much his undies?  That's a bit ... wild.

We decided against a party.  The timing wasn't good for it to happen.  We did invite Byron over and of course my family are all here.

Still, the important things remained the same, no matter how they happened.  We exchanged rings.

And became husband and wife.  Mr and Mrs Grant.

Sometime not long after this, Hans's dad died.  We were not expecting it, he was younger than Ripley.  But when the Reaper calls, you have to follow.  There are no options.

After the wedding, Dad finally decided that the impeding grandchild was a good thing.  He started really looking forward to his grandchild and starting giving me tips on child development.

I had a few questions about feeding babies.  Dad didn't think that bit was hard.  Babies are good at letting everyone in earshot that it's time for food.

Dad is going to be wonderful as a granddad.  Though I'm sure he'll spoil the baby to bits if we give him a chance.

Hey, this hurts!  I know that the books say it will but I guess I thought it was an exaggeration.  Hans dancing around like that is not helping either.

All went well at the hospital.  We have a son, Picasso.  The most beautiful baby in the world.