Visits and Baptism

The Gribbles on baptism day, July 25, 2010.
The Gribbles on baptism day, July 25, 2010.
Phoebe's baptismal banner, created by Karen Martindale.
Phoebe's baptismal banner, created by Karen Martindale.

I’ve been looking forward to the past two weeks since about six months before Phoebe was born! We wanted to wait as long as we could before putting her into daycare, and I had three months of maternity leave from work. We decided that Dave would spend two weeks of his yearly vacation at home with her once I went back to work full time. Then we recruited! Grandma and Grandpa Hazelton agreed to come out for a week during the third week of July. And Grammie and Pappy took the last week of July. That provided a weekend of overlap, which was the perfect time to baptize Phoebe.

My mom, known as Grandma Hazelton, is also known as the Reverend Elizabeth Hazelton. We wanted Mom to baptize Phoebe, her first grandchild, so we checked it out with our church and found that Mom was welcome to both preach and baptize. Our dear church friend Gladi is on the worship music team, so she helped plan the service. Dave was signed up to play his sax and our friend Katie would play clarinet.

Dave playing the offertory (the Glazunov concerto).
Dave playing the offertory (the Glazunov concerto).

We even got the talents of Bruce Hoelter and the Halftones! Many of us staunch Lutherans love A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, so we included that along with some of the traditional baptismal hymns. One of them, Go, My Children, with My Blessing was sung at our wedding by my friend Adam. And the tune was sung to my brothers and me every night, with different words. So we were expecting a very meaningful worship service. We also had the joy of several more family members in attendance: my aunt Martha flew out for the occasion, our honorary family the Otts (Jennifer, Lee, and Alexander) were able to come, and Dave’s dad Dave and his wife Sandy (Grandma and Grandpa Gribble) drove their new car all the way here! Phoebe is a lucky little girl—well loved by our birth families as well as our Colorado church family and assorted friends.

Phoebe takes a nap with Aunt Jennifer while Alexander watches.
Phoebe takes a nap with Aunt Jennifer while Alexander watches.
Phoebe's baptism sponsors, our great friends the Otts.
Phoebe's baptism sponsors, our great friends the Otts.

But let me back up. Grandma and Grandpa Hazelton arrived on Friday, July 16. Dave went to the airport to get them while I put Phoebe to bed and worked on grading final papers. It was so good to see them! Grandma immediately went up to take a look at the sleeping Phoebe. Saturday morning, they were up early, ready to play.

Grandpa Hazelton starts the day with Phoebe.
Grandpa starts the day with Phoebe.
Grandma Hazelton and Phoebe
Grandma Hazelton and Phoebe

On Saturday, I had time to finish grading my papers even though we went into town and walked around the Boulder Farmer’s Market. We picked out some vegetables for a stir-fry and ate lunch in the market. It was such a hot day! But Phoebe successfully ate some milk from a bottle, beginning a streak that would continue throughout the week. (Thank goodness! It had really stressed us out that she wouldn’t eat during Dave’s two weeks with her.) On Sunday, we went to the early service and then hung around waiting for Dave to finish playing during the second service. (It was Latin American Sunday, so he was playing his sax.) It felt great to be done with my Phoenix classes! I was actually able to enjoy the day off. Some other highlights of the week included Grandma’s sixtieth birthday. We went out for dinner at Hapa, a Japanese restaurant in downtown Boulder. Then she opened her presents: a Kindle DX and the case for it. Pretty cool! One night, we had chicken paprikash for dinner (thanks, Grandma!) and on another we had a pot roast. Grandpa, Phoebe, Dave, and I went down to open mike night on Wednesday, and we ate Chinese one night. My parents just loved spending time with Phoebe! Every morning she woke up her usual cheerful self, thrilled to swipe at Grandpa’s fuzy (moustache in Slovak) and drool all over Grandma’s shoulder.

Jennifer, Lee, and Alexander planned to come over on Friday night when they arrived in Denver, but they got caught in some bad weather in Chicago and spent three extra hours in the airport. We spent the evening grocery shopping and thinking about what we’d need to prepare for dinner on Saturday and the party on Sunday. Saturday morning we all got up and started chopping and cooking. The Otts came over in the morning and we heard from Mom and Don that they were also stuck in bad weather in Chicago, so they’d be at least a few hours late. Dad and Sandy were still on the road, and Martha was going to see the Garden of the Gods before coming over.

Grandpa Gribble and the Great Fist in the Mouth.
Grandpa Gribble and the Great Fist in the Mouth.
Grandma Gribble and Phoebe both got the lavendar memo.
Grandma Gribble and Phoebe both got the lavendar memo.
Phoebe's got Martha's Mazak nose in the eye!
Phoebe's got Martha's Mazak nose in the eye!

So we had some time to work on the food. When everybody started arriving, we hung out on the deck. We made hamburgers and hot dogs for dinner and ate the potato salad Grandma had put together. We also had strawberry rhubarb pie—thanks to Sally at work for the rhubarb, already cut up! We had fun playing with Alexander in the yard. He seemed to have the best time pushing choke cherries through the gaps in the deck floor. Everybody dispersed to their hotels for the night.

On baptism day, my dad drove Mom and Dave to church for the 8:00 a.m. service, and then came back for Phoebe and me. I actually got to sleep in for an extra hour or so! I gave Phoebe a bath and we got ready for church. I had bought myself a new outfit, which I don’t do very often, so it was fun to get dressed up. We got to church in plenty of time and put Phoebe into the baptismal gown and bonnet that Grandma Hazelton made her.

She looks like a little doll!
She looks like a little doll!

The service was exactly what I had hoped for all those months! We were surrounded by our family and our Colorado family—the kids came up to watch the baptism, so Phoebe’s friends were all nearby.

Phoebe is happy to be at worship on baptism day!
Phoebe is happy to be at worship on baptism day!

Mom’s sermon was enjoyed by the whole congregation, and we both got a bit choked up during the baptism.

Pastors and parents as Phoebe is baptized.
Pastors and parents as Phoebe is baptized.

(Phoebe cried until the part in which the water was splashed on her head. She’s always loved her bath, so I wasn’t too surprised that she didn’t mind having a wet head!) After church we took a bunch of photos and then headed home.

The whole group after the service.
The whole group after the service.

A short video of Phoebe’s baptism.

Mom, Dad, and I pulled together five quiches and a savory bread pudding in the kitchen while guests arrived. (Thanks, Susan and Marpoo, for your help with the food!) We had a fruit salad, pickles, olives, and cheese, deviled eggs, and peanut butter squares. Quite the feast! Phoebe wore a dress that Dave’s Grandma Hoot crocheted. She looks gorgeous in peach. However, she slept through much of her party. Everything wound down by evening. The Otts left for the airport and our friends for their houses. Some of the relatives headed to their hotels. We sank into the couches with relief. It had been the perfect day I had imagined!

On Monday morning, Dave and I drove our new car (as yet nameless) to get Grammie and Pappy from the hotel.

Grammie with a happy baby.
Grammie with a happy baby.
Pappy finally got to meet Phoebe!
Pappy finally got to meet Phoebe!

They drove us to work and then went to the house to do the baby handoff with Grandma and Grandpa Hazelton. I got to see Mom, Dad, and Martha again for lunch, and then we said goodbye. They were headed up to NCAR and then to the airport. Monday night we had dinner and the Gribble grandparents stopped by to hang out for a while. The rest of the week was really nice. We had dinner at Tutti on Tuesday with both sets of grandparents, and then Dad and Sandy were headed home via Mount Rushmore. Grammie did some cooking for us: a yummy pasta and vegetable dish one night and marinated chicken with broccoli the next. We finally made it to Efrain’s for dinner on Friday—that’s a particular favorite! Grammie and Pappy had a ball spending time with Phoebe. They went on walks, headed to the coffee shop, and played in the farm for hours. We were sad to see them go on Saturday morning, and while they’ll certainly miss Phoebe, they’ll be glad to get back to their normal-sized bed! Dave had a rehearsal at church, so I drove them to the airport. We came home and I took a nap. (It had been kind of a hard night—Phoebe’s schedule is a bit off, due to teething and guests, we think.) We had dinner and Henry’s first ice cream cone with the Johnsons.

Henry's first ice cream cone!
Henry's first ice cream cone!

Today is Sunday. Dave played his sax at the African service at church and Phoebe and I took the bus home. My uncle Lee happened to be working at his Denver office this week, and he had some extra time, so he came over. It was great to see him! We don’t get to very often.

And here we are. Phoebe starts daycare tomorrow. She’s probably more ready for that than Mommy. I’ve been missing her during the day! But she’ll enjoy making friends and I’m enjoying being back at work and doing grownup stuff again. It’s amazing to think that five months ago, we’d never met Phoebe, and now she’s a chubby, happy baby, ready to start daycare! Change never ceases, so we just keep trying to keep up.

Phoebe getting ready for bed on baptism day.
Phoebe getting ready for bed on baptism day.
Grandpa reading his specialty, The Crunching Munching Caterpillar.
Grandpa reading his specialty, The Crunching Munching Caterpillar.
Mommy and Phoebe relax after two weeks of visitors!
Mommy and Phoebe relax after two weeks of visitors!
Who can resist a baby in a sailor outfit?
Who can resist a baby in a sailor outfit?
Happy!
Happy!

A Visit from Grammie

We haven’t had much chance to write this week. Dave’s mom is visiting and she’s been hanging out with Phoebe while I get a few things accomplished…none of which have been the blog!

Proud Grammie
Proud Grammie

On Tuesday of this week, Phoebe was sitting in her bouncy chair when Dave walked past behind her.  She turned her head to watch him walk by! Just the beginning of a list of exciting baby developments… She can see the elephants hanging above her pack-n-play and at least one of the photos we have hanging in the living room. Most of the time, though, all she sees is the inside of her eyelids or something that is not the source of food…aaaahhh!

Wednesday morning was a little stressful. The three of us drove into Boulder to get a tire we were storing put onto Taco to replace one that was really bald. The guy at Discount Tire said that they couldn’t do it and that we’d have to buy two new tires. So we did that and Dave rushed off to catch the bus to work.  Phoebe and I went over to Starbucks to wait for the car to be ready. We left a little late and Grammie was already waiting with her bag when we got to the airport. We headed home so that she could get properly acquainted with Phoebe (not in the carseat!). We hung out at home that afternoon and went to pick Dave up at work. I’d made a lasagna for dinner, which was delicious, but it didn’t seem to agree with Phoebe, who suffered through a tummy ache that night. We went over to Cannon Mine coffee shop for open mike night, which Dave and I always enjoy and Grammie really liked too.

Daddy's so silly!
Daddy's so silly!

On Thursday Grammie and I hung out at home in the morning with Phoebe and then went to the post office and to meet Dave for lunch. We ate at Serrano’s near his work and then split back up. We stopped at the grocery store on the way home to get some ingredients for a delicious variation on strawberry shortcake that Grammie proposed: a filling/topping made of vanilla pudding, cool whip, and pineapple chunks. Yum! I had time for a nap in the chair with Phoebe while Grammie did a bit of work.

Napping with Mommy.
Napping with Mommy.

Katie came for dinner (no-peek chicken) and we had shortbread cookies with pineapple and strawberry topping. Grammie and I had more time to chat and to go on a short walk around the neighborhood while we waited for Dave to get home. We had a couple of packages to open. Grammie sent all sorts of cool stuff…totally adorable baby clothes in bright colors for Phoebe, a fabulous care package for me (bath salts, body wash, a nice shirt, all in a great bag), a really cute organic stuffed bear for Phoebe, and this book:

Who knew there were this many Goop stories?
Who knew there were this many Goop stories?

Then we watched a taped episode of Bones and hit the sack. (Babies are exhausting!)

On Friday we did our newly established morning ritual of tea, breakfast, and coffee. Dave had decided to take half a day off, so we picked him up at 1:00 p.m. and had some lunch at ModMarket, which I’d been wanting to try. The salad and flatbread pizza were very good! We went to REI looking for the Deuter Kid Comfort III backpack and discovered that not only is it out of stock at the warehouse, they can’t back order it. So I guess we’ll have to keep our eye on it and wait for the next 20 percent off sale. We had leftover lasagna for dinner and watched an interesting movie, Surrogate, with Bruce Willis. Despite my enjoyment of it, I fell asleep near the end.

The very cute duck humidifier looks a bit maniacal when it's on...
The very cute duck humidifier looks a bit maniacal when it's on...

On Saturday, Dave had to rush over to the coffee shop to work on some music he needed to transpose. Grammie, Phoebe, and I met him in time for our usual Santiago’s burritos and coffee. Then we all headed over to church. Dave practiced for the memorial gospel concert he’s playing in, and we listened. I walked over to get more coffee and ran into my coworker Andrew’s mom, who was in town babysitting Tilley while Andrew and Maggie moved apartments. She stopped by to meet Phoebe and we chatted about babies for a few minutes. Tilley is already more than 10 pounds! After listening to Dave practice, we went over to the farmer’s market, but left pretty quickly because it was raining. We ended up at Amante for more coffee (I know…it’s an addiction!) and to feed Phoebe, who had slept a lot and ended up starving. We came home and she ate some more before we went to Efrain’s for dinner. (Don, we owe you dinner!) After Efrain’s, it was back to the coffee shop to hear some music. There was a group with a cello—my favorite—and we sat in the back room and had time to talk. At home, we watched some Legend of the Seeker and went to bed.

Phoebe and Grammie are both excited!
Phoebe and Grammie are both excited!
Another yawn. Mommy just loves yawns!
Another yawn. Mommy just loves yawns!

This morning we skipped church to get some extra rest. Dave was supposed to teach Sunday school, but got home early due to a scheduling mixup. I had the pleasure of making waffles for Grammie and me—Dave doesn’t like them, so I’m always looking for someone to feed them to. Then, alas, we had to take Grammie to the airport. It was so nice for me to have grown-up company during the week, and Grammie just adored Phoebe…she’s a lucky little girl, with very devoted admirers! We’re looking forward to seeing Grammie and Pappy in July when they come for a week of babysitting and Phoebe’s baptism. Now we’re at Cannon Mine again after lunch, a brief nap (for Phoebe and me), and some hockey on TV.

Here’s a video of Phoebe from this morning…she had the hiccups, which she hates, but she was in a pretty good mood anyway.

Stats

On Wednesday, Phoebe had her two-week pediatrician’s appointment. Grandma and Grandpa came along and read the literature in the waiting room while poor Phoebe was stripped naked, weighed, measured, and inspected. She had her hips rotated, eyes checked, and heel pricked. She was not too pleased. But she’s growing! She’s 20 1/4 inches long (up from 19 3/4 at birth), which is in the 75th percentile. She weighs 8 lbs, 10.5 oz (a 6-ounce gain, putting her in the 50th percentile). And her head is 35.56 cm, also in the 50th percentile. Good job eating, little girl!

Phoebe and Grandpa
Phoebe and Grandpa

Wednesday afternoon I had my own doctor’s appointment, which went well. Phoebe came with me and ate three times while I was talking to the midwife! We did a diaper change and headed home for Grandma’s spaghetti—yum!

Like mother, like daughter!
Like mother, like daughter!

Thursday was a busy day. We went to Pharmaca to get even more prescriptions filled and then met Dave at work to go for a walk around the lakes. We ordered Chinese for dinner and then Dave had to go to band, so Mom and Dad and I had time to sit and chat.

Everybody's using Grandma as a pillow!
Everybody's using Grandma as a pillow!

On Friday we headed over to Babies R Us to look at cribs. We were going to use my old crib, but Mom and Dad read some literature at the pediatrician’s office that made it sound like we should get a new one. I didn’t want one of those massive cribs, but we found and ordered something called a mini crib that won’t take up so much space and dwarf our little baby! Then we went to Lowe’s to get materials to fix our loveseat, which has been sagging almost to the floor when it’s sat upon. After that we met Dave for lunch at Cafe Blue. I had to stay behind and feed Phoebe in the car at Eltron, but when I got home I helped fix the chair. It was awfully sad to see Grandma and Grandpa go back to Ohio, but we’ll look forward to seeing them again in July.

Three generations.
Three generations.
Good thing we put on the little duck shirt after a different outfit incident...it will probably only fit once!
Good thing we put on the little duck shirt...it will probably only fit once!
Daddy and baby take a pre-bedtime nap.
Daddy and baby take a pre-bedtime nap.

Three minutes of Phoebe hanging out this morning (Saturday).

Dateline: Toronto

It’s your intrepid reporter, checking in from Toronto. I’m staying at the Fairmont York Hotel downtown. It’s not the nicest or least nice room I’ve ever been in (no mildew and the elevator works!), but it’s serviceable and the bathtub is comfortable. You know how I love my evening bath with a book and a snack. So much the better if the tub has a nice reclined back! I flew in on Tuesday. Dave and I spent an extra hour together in the morning over breakfast at Foolish Craig’s and then went to work. I worked until 12:30, when Lynne (my boss) picked me up and we headed over to Deborah’s house to get her. (Deborah is in the marketing department at the press.) We took the Northwest Parkway to the airport, something Dave and I never do because of his ideological opposition to toll roads and my inherent cheapness. It’s a nice new road without much traffic, but not much faster than the highway. We had to check a couple of boxes because it costs so much to send packages quickly to Canada. The Air Canada flight was quite pleasant: nonstop, with comfortable seats with individual touchscreen TVs and electrical plugs for computers! I didn’t use mine, of course, because I slept most of the way. I did read some of The Trumpet Major, by Thomas Hardy. We arrived in Toronto around 9:00 p.m. local time and spent some time getting our checked boxes and finding the wheelie cart in Room B (it had been unloaded separate from the luggage). We took a cab to the hotel and checked in. I was still on MST, so I didn’t get to sleep until pretty late, after talking to Dave and taking a bath.

Wednesday I met Lynne in the hotel lobby at 10:00 a.m. with the boxes and we walked the block and a half to the convention center. We opened the boxes and made a few piles, as well as getting the Freeman convention services guys to finish draping our tables, drape the book risers, and raise a couple of the tables to make a level surface with the other two. Then we had some lunch at the food court across the street. I had very good spicy noodles and tofu. It took about 2.5 hours to finish setting up the exhibit, and we hadn’t had much to drink, so Deborah went to buy some much-needed water. I was dehydrated and ended up with a headache. After setup, Deborah and I walked down to the waterfront and then through some of downtown, ending up at her hotel. I came back to mine and worked on a flyer I had promised to make for Rally Day and then went to dinner about .75 miles away at Spring Roll, a delicious and inexpensive Thai restaurant. After dinner, I finished the flyer, talked to Dave, took a bath, and went to bed around 10:20 p.m.

I didn’t sleep well, so I struggled out of bed at 8:10 a.m. I did some ironing, got ice, took a shower, wrote Dave an e-mail, and got dressed all before 8:45 p.m. (Lots of practice getting up half an hour before catching the bus for high school!) I had a 9:00 a.m. appointment and then various meetings throughout the day, many of which were quite good. The highlights were a new friend and potential author, Tony, who I met at this conference (APSA) last year. He’s writing, among more academic books, a graphic novel. The first chapter is excellent! (I’ll link to it when I get back to the office.) I did suggest that he use contractions. I also met, for the first time, a guy who’s putting together a Russian foreign policy book that’s going to be very good. Lynne and I met with the author of a Women and U.S. Politics book that we’ll be publishing soon. She’s also going to do a reader, so that should be a great combination. The last conversation of the day was the worst: boring and I had to fight a yawn every few minutes. I stopped by the Loose Moose for a ginger ale with old Rowman & Littlefield friends, took a hot shower and wrote an e-mail, and then took a cab to Little Portugal with the same friends. The meals were delicious. Joe asked about a sausage he likes, which wasn’t on the menu but was available. Yum! I had sautéd pork, with potatoes, olives, pickled vegetables, and a sour sauce at the bottom, plus fruit for dessert. Jana had house steak, and Jod had cod. It was a great find! As ever, I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s dinner…

Tomorrow is my busiest day, full of meetings. I’ll write more soon!

Snow Day! (plus catch-up)

So Dave tells me that you guys don’t want to read long messages about much of anything, especially Twilight. (Except Emily. Thanks, Emily! I know you’re asking yourself why I’m blogging and not finishing Breaking Dawn. Never fear—I’ll get there.) Anyway, let me catch you up on our lives, in reverse chronological order. With as few comments as possible.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

The city of Boulder is closed. Roads are closed. It took Dave and me an hour and a half to get home from work at 1:00 p.m. this afternoon. Blizzard!

Dave shoveling.
Dave shoveling.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Dave and I went rock climbing in the Flatirons. Almost everyone we know headed to the Flatirons that day—something about a beautiful Saturday at the beginning of spring in Boulder that draws you up there. We climbed part of the first flatiron. One pitch was enough for me, for starters. Dave led wonderfully and it was lovely to be outside and healthy again!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I got sick on Tuesday, March 10, and finally stayed home from work to go to the doctor on March 16. She prescribed two inhalers and a Z pack of antibiotics. My voice went wacky and I could sing a whole octave lower than usual. (Cool!) Although I wasn’t healed on my birthday, I was well enough to really enjoy opening presents (thanks, family!) and eating dinner. Dave sweetly agreed to help cook homemade noodles, homemade spaghetti sauce, and homemade chocolate cake with chocolate butter cream icing. Yum!

Dave cuts noodles.
Dave cuts noodles.
Sauce atop noodles.
Sauce atop noodles.
Is that spaghetti sauce in the corners of my mouth?
Is that spaghetti sauce in the corners of my mouth?

Friday, March 13, 2009

We’re playing music from the Leonard Bernstein opera Candide in band, so I went with my friend Jehanne to see the CU Opera performance. It was terrific! What talented people. The orchestra was wonderful and the set was both creative and very functional. The singing was amazing. I had always wanted to eat at Khow Thai, on the hill, which we did beforehand. Yum! I had green curry with tofu.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Dave went to Fault Cave with a few other people from our grotto. I stayed home to work on the Parish Visitor.

Graffiti in Fault Cave.
Graffiti in Fault Cave.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Church, followed by a baby shower for our friends Erica and Adam, followed by a book group that Dave and I have both joined with several other couples from church. Our first book was Reluctant Saint: The Life of Francis of Assisi, by Donald Spoto. It was terrific and we had a great discussion, so we’re reading another Spoto book for April: The Hidden Jesus: A New Life.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

We went caving down near Colorado Springs, to a cave called Huccacove. Dave and I had been there before—in fact, we attended a cave rescue seminar there. It’s a fun, kind of sporting cave without a lot of decorations. It was a beautiful day outside, although it did snow a bit while we were driving from Cave of the Winds to Huccy’s and then again a little bit when we got out of the cave.

Dave in the cave.
Dave in the cave.
Pretty formations.
Pretty formations.
Cave bacon!
Cave bacon!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

We headed to Ouray again with Gretchen and Andy for our last ice climbing trip of the season. I always miss it when it turns into spring, even though I’m always looking forward to mountain biking. We were afraid it was going to be too warm to climb! It was warm, but the ice was still solid. That made for a wonderful trip!

Dave climbing a hard, thin, mixed route.
Dave climbing a hard, thin, mixed route.
Jess belaying with the river raging (okay, flowing) behind her.
Jess belaying with the river raging (okay, flowing) behind her.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Mid-February, but warm enough to go mountain biking! We headed up to Heil Ranch. It was so fun to be back out on the trails, although it didn’t take too long for me to poop out. It was a lovely day in Lyons, but kind of overcast with a chilly breeze on our side of the mountain. Still, the first mountain bike ride of the season puts a grin on my face.