The dark lord has many posessions

So in keeping with my HP obsession, B referred to the baby last week as He-who-has-not-been-named. My step-dad picked up on it immediately and started calling the baby the Dark Lord, or DL for short. Who knows, maybe it will stick? What a way to get a bad-ass reputation, huh? He will be the most feared 3 month old in day care next year.

We're getting close to being ready for DL. We've now got most of the large, expensive items, and are starting to think about getting things like bottles and burp cloths and butt goo (anyone who knows the hows and whys of baby butt products, please shoot us an email and help out, ok?).

This is the bassinet/playpen that he will sleep in for the first few months of his life. The sole purpose of this item is to ensure that we don't have to get our lazy butts out of bed every time he cries in the middle of the night. Rather, he will be right next to the bed so one of us can just grab him. As soon as he can sleep through the night, however, he's being evicted to his own room downstairs. Also, don't worry, we will be removing the creepy "I'm coming to eat you" bears before DL comes home and is scarred for life.

This is the future nursery. As of last weekend the walls are painted (thanks, Mom!) but we still need to do the baseboards, trim, and doors. The color turned out much better than I even hoped for. B claims it is the color of squashed bug, but I don't know what kind of bugs he has been squashing.

Finally, just in case anyone was worried that this kid wouldn't be spoiled enough, B went out and bought him his own iPod. We already have extra speakers and a sub woofer to hook it up to. B is, at this moment, having a wonderful time making up baby playlists full of AC/DC and Led Zeppelin. We don't believe in that Baby Mozart crap. Anyone who has known B for more than 10 minutes will not be surprised at this.