two days at the grandparents

Thursday was a really busy day, because I was hustling to get everything done to go up to Dave’s parents on Friday.  On Friday morning we drove up with Dave as he was going to work, then dropped him off and kept going to the house.  It’s pretty easy to get up and be out of the house by 7 when we’re just doing it once a week, and I’m just taking us to a second home- I’m sure it doesn’t compare to getting Noah to daycare and me to work all day.  We’re starting to think seriously about what that would mean, and how we could manage if I go back to work.  Today I called the UPenn daycare, which looks good and is close to CCAHA, to check on their waiting list, and they said it’s about a year long.

We spent Friday working in the garden.  Eleanor came up and sat in the shade with Noah, while Angel and I worked on the raised beds and planted.  right now, most of the onions are up, some of the first batch of peas, and none of the snow peas.  We planted two more types of regular peas, another snow pea, rainbow carrots, beets, parsnips, spinach, parsley, and two types of lettuce.  The potatoes are still waiting, there’s now 5 kinds planned to go in.

Noah had two meltdowns during gardening.  The first one was when he woke up from his nap and didn’t get his bottle at once.  See, he seems happy and smiley, so it didn’t seem urgent, and then he suddenly starts crying and there’s no way he’ll take a bottle when he’s all worked up.  I also think being outside is stressful to him- he likes it when he’s feeling secure, but it’s too much extra stimulation when he’s upset.  Both times I had to take him inside to settle down, and he would be laughing and crying at the same time for me.

Dave had to work late on Friday- I talked to him and said I’d come pick him up at 8, or else he should call if 8 wasn’t good.  But I was upstairs feeding Noah until 7:45, and when I came down, someone had already volunteered and left ot go get him.  I’d been looking forward to it, because in the car is one of the times we get to really talk without feeling like we should be doing chores.  Not that I’m looking forward to the drive to the Outer Banks, but drives for less that an hour are usually good.  And then he called anyway, to say the pick-up should be 8:40, but he ended up coming back when his ride showed up.  He’s got a lot to do before we go away next week, and we’re not even sure things at work will be ready to leave by next weekend.

The best part of dinner was when Angel brought out dessert.  It was hot cross buns that she’d heated in the microwave, so they were almost as soft as cake.  Noah was on Dave’s lap when she put the plate down on the corner of the table, and he just reached over and sank his fingers into the closest bun.  And everything goes in his mouth, so he pulled his fist back, full of a big handful of bun, and went right for his mouth.  He was hanging on so tight, Dave had trouble getting it out of his hand, and I’m sure he got to lick a few crumbs off his fingers.  He know what he wants, and he looked so proud of himself!

The next morning, Noah woke me up with lots of kicking around 5 am.  He wasn’t hungry, he just wanted to play, so I just rolled over and let him kick as much as he liked.  But then I heard him poop, so I got up to change him.  All the kicking must have loosened up the diaper, because it leaked all down my leg.  So after changing and feeding Noah, I put him back in the bed and hopped in the shower, and he and Dave were asleep again by the time I got out, while I was wide awake. 

I ended up going for a run around the block (3 miles).  I considered waking Dave up to tell him I was going, but then decided to let him sleep- it takes me less than 40 minutes, so I figured they’d probably sleep until I got back, and if they woke up, Noah wouldn’t be too hungry, so he’d be ok to wait for me.  Nobody else was up yet, either, so I didn’t even leave word where I would be.

Of course, Noah woke up.  He didn’t get too frantic, but Dave was naturally worried because he understands Noah’s schedule: he wakes up, he eats.  He checked for me in all the rooms in the house, and tried to keep Noah distracted.  Angel found the little amount of breastmilk in the fridge- about an ounce, and tried to feed Noah.  Our bizarre bottle system malfunctioned for her, but she managed to give him the rest of the milk from a spoon, which looks promising for starting on baby cereals soon.

I’m not sure if it was because of the shaky start, but Noah was kind of a mess the rest of the day.  We stayed up at Dave’s parents until the evening because Dave had to go in to work again, then do some plumbing for his dad when he got back.  Noah didn’t go more than 2 hours between eating the whole day, and he was fussy and tired and his gums were bugging him again.  It was kind of a rough day, but we had a really good night’s sleep in our own bed that night.



  1. Eileen said,

    April 23, 2009 at 9:27 pm

    So is the CCAHA Fellowship the job you applied for? It looks like a pretty cool organization, and not too far from your house!

    • variableclouds said,

      April 24, 2009 at 11:38 am

      No, they actually posted a real job that closed on the 10th (those fellowships are really for people who just graduated and don’t have much experience. Debbie did their fellowship the first year she graduated.) But they are a great lab, and easy to get to by train. Besides me being overqualified for that fellowship, it would barely cover daycare and train fares, I’d be much better off not working.

      • Eileen said,

        April 28, 2009 at 5:17 pm

        So when do you find out if you get the job?

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