Just a quickie to show you a video from this afternoon. Phoebe, Dave, and I were at Barnes & Noble in the kids’ section. Phoebe was able to climb up a step! It was a fun afternoon. She was so sleepy she let me read her a whole bunch of books…some I remember loving (The Fire Cat, Danny and the Dinosaur, Sammy the Seal) and some good new ones (Fancy Nancy: Poison Ivy Expert, The Fat Cat Sat on the Mat).
We’ll have to get back to our blogging and show you some photos and video from swimming class, Thanksgiving, and more of Phoebe crawling around (she can go a long way as long as it gets her to a place where she can pull up). See you soon!
This week has been gray and rainy. One afternoon I realized that if I’d been at work, I’d be wishing that I were home reading a book. And I’m home! So I got out Anne of Green Gables, which of course I haven’t read in a long time. I have plenty of time to read while Phoebe’s nursing. I quickly finished that one and moved on to Anne of Avonlea. They’re just delightful books, and the writing more than holds up to adult scrutiny. In fact, they’re beautifully written and quite funny. I had forgotten most of the plot of the novels, remembering only that Anne has red hair, cracks a slate over Gilbert’s head, and **spoiler!** ends up marrying him. It turns out that the first book is full of Anne getting into various scrapes: getting Diana drunk, telling off Mrs. Rachel Lynde, falling off a roof. Apparently Anne has rubbed off on me, because this afternoon, I’ve gotten into a scrape of my own.
An hour or so ago, I was feeding Phoebe when there was a knock on the door. We got up and went to open it. A man from Bundle, our diaper service, was standing there. He asked if we had any dropoffs. I didn’t quite understand what he meant, as we had put our bag of dirty diapers out that morning and it looked like he had already put them into the truck. He was holding the bag of clean ones. I said we didn’t have anything to drop off and he got back into the truck. I shut the door, but it seemed strange that he had asked. I opened the door again and noticed a piece of paper on the stoop.
The paper turned out to be a thank you notice and tax receipt from the Lupus Foundation, to whom we often donate! I’m sure I agreed to donate today, but we didn’t get a reminder call yesterday and I had forgotten about it. Sure enough, Lupus must’ve taken the dirty diapers. I called their phone number and talked to a nice lady who put me in touch with the supervisor for the route we’re on. She said that they’ll be unloading the full truck this afternoon and will set aside the diapers when they find them to return to us. I called Bundle and let them know what happened, and promised to keep them up to date on the case of the missing dirty diapers. I hope everything will work out and we’ll get the diapers back, so I’m nervously awaiting the call from Lupus.
Phoebe has been in a pretty good mood today, although she had some gas this morning and was uncomfortable for a while. I bought some gas drops and they seem to work pretty well. She definitely likes the flavor, as she licks it off her lips and the inside of her mouth.
We had an exciting week. Phoebe gets the hiccups all the time, which was very sweet in utero, but she hates it on the outside. I discovered that while it doesn’t cure the hiccups, she feels better if we bounce on the yoga ball while they’re going on. She’s gotten much more awake during the days and her eyes are wide, taking in light spots and dark shapes everywhere. She spends more time every day playing, making me sorry that Grandpa isn’t here to enjoy it! However, she’s been plagued with stomachache and had two Bad Nights this week: one of them was Very Bad. Lots of screaming and reflexive eating, causing Mommy to cry after 2.5 hours of nonstop nursing in the middle of the night. But she’s had a couple of Good Nights, too, and she’s so sweet in the morning! I just love that feathery hair and those gray-blue eyes. She’s outgrowing her newborn outfits and enjoying standing up (for seconds at a time) on her legs.
Tummy time usually ends in tears…
On Monday, Dave fed Phoebe with a bottle of milk straight out of the fridge. She drank almost 1.5 ounces and didn’t care that I was wandering in and out of the room. She’s always been a good eater! (That’s how you know she’s a true Gribble…)
On Tuesday, I joined Maggie (sans Tilley, who started daycare) at a new mom’s group at the hospital. We learned all about the muscles in our abdomens that have been stretched out by pregnancy, and learned some exercises to help them return to their normal location. On Wednesday, Phoebe and I went over to Katie and Henry’s to help them and Emily and John count supplies. (Each year our church donates health kits for refugees to Lutheran World Relief.) We counted hand towels, combs, nail clippers, band aids, and boxes of soap; entertained the boys; soothed Phoebe; and ate pizza for lunch. On Thursday we got back together at Target to fill in a few supplies to make 70 kits. Then we had a play date (well, okay, the boys played and Phoebe enjoyed being held) at the Brinkmans’. (Hot dogs and french fries for lunch. I’m a sucker for hot dogs!) Phoebe had to have a bath after she peed all over her outfit and the changing pad—she was due for one anyway. Becki came over in the evening to meet Miss P, hear all about the birth, and admire my diaper-changing skills.
I’ve taken a few naps this week, which always makes me feel better the next day. Dave and I watched a bunch of TV in the evenings. Phoebe and I drove Daddy to and from work quite a bit. It seems like our morning ritual takes up half the day: get up at 6:30 a.m. Make Dave’s lunch and coffee. Get Phoebe fed and changed. Make the bed. Take a shower. Eat breakfast. Pump some milk to freeze for our stockpile. Do some laundry (every other day) and dishes. Try to work on e-mail, bills, the blog, the baby book, etc. Feed Phoebe. Change Phoebe. This motherhood stuff is hard! My routine at work is relaxing in comparison.
Phoebe makes cute noises and sweet baby faces.
Anyway, we’re looking forward to spending the weekend with Daddy. It should be a fun one, as we have the Horace Boyer Memorial Concert on Sunday, and Dave is playing gospel music at the concert and at church. We’ll keep you updated!
Video of playtime.
**diaper update: Vicky called from the thrift store; they found our diapers and they’ll be on their way back in about an hour! Hooray! It always feels so good when systems work and I manage to be a real grownup. Make a few calls to nice people and solve problems… I guess we owe Lupus a really good donation next time!
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!
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.
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.
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:
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.
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.
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.
November is the National Novel Writing Month, and I thought I’d give it a try this year. In truth, I’d never heard of it prior to this year, but with our busy schedule, it seems unlikely I’ll be able to pull off the feat. The goal is a 50,000 word novel of any (though likely poor) quality. What else could be accomplished in a single month?
Well, in light of my challenges, I’ve decide d to scrap (or temporarily shelf) the first thousand words of my epic mystery set in sub-Sahara Africa and focus instead on lulling you all into a deep slumber with my blogging ad nauseum. You might ask, “how are you doing”? Well, that’s an interesting question. To date I’ve written 5 blog posts (this post included) in the month of November for a total of 3,757 words. So, to make a long story, well uh, long, that’s 46,275 more words by the end of the month! I’ll apologize in advance just in case I hit the target.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.