Hooray JP!

JP got his acceptance phone call from the University of Texas McCombs School of Business yesterday! He's officially a member of the MBA class of 2010. Hook 'em!!

We had already decided to move to Austin and just assumed he'd get in; and while it was a well-founded assumption, he was getting very nervous while waiting to hear the decision (I wasn't worried). After a difficult past few months, I am so, so happy he got this good news. He'll be a Longhorn again (or, as he corrected me last night, "you're always a Longhorn, I'll just be a student Longhorn again), pursuing his life-long dream of getting an MBA and hopefully one day starting his own business. Within thirty minutes of hearing the news, we had Landon on the waitlist for UT's fantastic and heavily subsidized daycare. It's 18-months long, but luckily he's on two other waitlists for Austin daycares that he should get into before I start work in September. A post on the ridiculousness of infant care and waitlists is probably forthcoming.

We celebrated last night with his favorite beer (love is stopping on the way home from school, in the freezing cold, with a cranky baby, to buy him some as a surprise) and pasties we had ordered from Joe's Pasty Shop in Ironwood, Michigan. (A "pasty," pronounced "pass-tee," is a delicious combination of meat and potatoes, and sometimes other vegetables, placed inside a flaky pie crust which is folded over and sealed around the edges.) Citations makes an unbelievably tasty pasty. They are so delicious that I'd like to hire her as a personal pasty-maker, but she apparently plans to pursue a career in BigLaw and will be billing out at far higher rates than I can afford. Luckily, there's Joe's. My family has been ordering frozen pasties from them for years- they have to be shipped overnight, so when you're buying from Texas the shipping costs are far more than the pasties themselves, but they are so good, and so nice to throw in the oven on a cold night, that they're completely worth it. JP and I only ordered a dozen, so it's a big deal to take one out of the freezer, but I suppose acceptance to business school warranted breaking into our stash. A friend and her husband are babysitting Saturday night so we can go out on the town for a proper celebration. This friend is hoping to nudge her husband in the direction of baby-making, so I'm going to give Landon a pep talk about being especially adorable, with no fussiness or big poops.

Wow, you know you're a parent when you start out talking about graduate school and end up talking about poop! Anyway, we're all very happy for JP; the acceptance was a much-needed boost and he's delayed his desire to attend graduate school for two years because someone in this marriage needed to bring home the bacon (and provide the bacon-eaters with health insurance). Now I get to pay his tuition and he gets to complain about homework and exams- we're both looking forward to the switch!