Phoebe’s Big Weekend

This was a pretty exciting weekend for our little peanut (who emphatically prefers to be called “Phoebe.” She says “not little peanut!”) On Saturday morning we went to the hospital for New Baby Day Camp, which was a one-hour class for big brothers and sisters to be. Phoebe felt really shy at first, but she soon rallied and consented to hold one of the doll babies. She really liked the extremely silly video about siblings. And an older girl befriended her during the tour, so the two of them held hands as we looked at the recovery rooms. I ended up reading a Thomas the Train story to both girls before we could leave the hospital.

After the class, we drove over to Anna and Aaron’s house for a play date with a bunch of ex-Rowman & Littlefield friends of ours. The five kiddos range in age from 3 months up to 3 years. They had a good time with Micah’s toys, and Phoebe, true to form, took every book off the shelf and flipped through every page. It’s always fun to hear parenting stories and catch up with old friends.

Saturday afternoon, Phoebe and I set out to go swimming, but the rec center was closed for renovations, so we went to the Wow children’s museum instead, followed by the grocery store. She likes to use the cart with the car attached and then ride the one-cent horse at the end. I like to get the shopping for the week done on Saturday!

On Sunday, we went to church and then drove to Centennial (past Denver) to go to Ikea. I’d never been to an Ikea, and I found it ridiculously intimidating. It was like Disneyworld! Families with kids were streaming in, the aisles were clogged with people, and you had to follow a predetermined route. Sure, there were maps, but you couldn’t use them to get to the area you were trying to find. They were more like maps of buried treasure: pass this, this, and this, and you’ll eventually get to kids’ furniture! My brilliant idea to make the whole place more…well, American!…was to have a meandering lane and a fast lane on the path through the place. It was driving me nuts to try to get around people. I think, though, that the Ikea folks would rather force shoppers to look at everything.

We did finally get to the furniture; we wanted to buy Phoebe a big-girl bed. She had a blast trying out all the beds while I got more and more frustrated. Everything was in Swedish, and it seemed like everything said “Len” on it. I thought that if I knew I wanted one item called “Len,” I should be able to choose other items called “Len” and they would work together. Instead, I kept finding pieces that didn’t match the sizes of the pieces we already had. Finally, when my energy was almost completely drained, we had chosen a bed frame (with separate slats), a mattress, mattress protector, sheet (only the bottom one—apparently Scandinavians sleep under the duvet cover with no moderating sheet in between), duvet, and duvet cover and pillowcase (which Phoebe picked out). Dave had put several items back and found the correct sizes. We had to go to a different section (textiles) for a pillow that would fit the pillowcase. When we got back to the car, Dave realized that we hadn’t bought the slats for the bed frame, so he had to go back while Phoebe and I sang verse after verse of Old McDonald. Did you know that Old McDonald has a cell phone? He’s quite the modern fellow.

Some friends were coming over for dinner on Sunday evening, so I raced to the grocery store to rent a carpet shampooer. We were reorganizing Phoebe’s room to fit her new bed, so it was the perfect time to clean the carpets. I finished that just in time to start cooking Indian food (chicken and potatoes) for dinner. In the meantime, Dave and Phoebe put together the bed. Our friends left around Phoebe’s bedtime, so we read books, brushed teeth, and then watched her climb happily into her new bed. She was clearly ready for it—no sadness about the crib, and she told Dave the next day that her new brother or sister could use the crib. We’ve been talking about the big-girl bed for so long that I was almost used to the idea! (Her growing up is much harder on me than it is on her.) She did wake up around 3:30 a.m. that first night, confused and crying, but she went right back to sleep when we accompanied her back to bed. The next night she slept all the way through the night (and didn’t want to get up for school!)

First night in her big-girl bed!
Reading in bed plus a photo of the rearranged room.

On Monday morning we started Phoebe’s potty training countdown calendar. She puts a sticker on a calendar for 30 days, and when the countdown ends, she stops wearing diapers. Her teachers at school recommend this system, so we’re delighted to try it. She’s already been going potty quite a bit, but she’s not reliable at all. Fortunately, the teachers are on board with this program, so they’re willing to change underpants and clothes until it works. We’re a little nervous about the affects of a new baby on potty training, but we can always start over!

Here’s a video of Phoebe adding her second sticker to the chart.

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A few random things, too. My friend Christina gave me a little plant with a few leaves. It grew to be a humongously tall plant with many leaves, and once a year it makes a gorgeous flower with a really strong fragrance (not entirely pleasant). The flower lasts only 24 hours. And we managed to get a few photos!

One weekend ago, we camped out in the backyard because we hadn’t been camping in too long. Here’s a photo of the beautiful sunset we saw one night as we headed out to the tent to put Phoebe to bed.

Here’s our big girl getting ready to go to church on a Sunday on which Dave was playing his sax. (Usually we’re not early enough to take photos!)

Phoebe likes to walk around the long way (by herself) to get into the building. Here she goes!

After the early service, Phoebe and I went to the playground.

Finally, the Noodle’s due date is sneaking up on us. Hard to believe we’ll have two kiddos before too long!

Self portrait, 33 weeks pregnant.

Musical Offerings

We’ve enjoyed some musical variety at church this summer, and since I played for some of the services, I thought I’d put a bit of the music up for those of you not local to Boulder to enjoy. (Not all of the pieces feature me.) Sadly, I don’t have recordings from all of the great music, but here’s what I do have. As a bit of a warning, most of the music was performed with very little rehearsal (disclaimer to cover any and all wrong notes, etc.), and all of the recordings were made with the built-in microphone on my iPod (covers balance issues and occasional sags in fidelity). The recordings from the “Touch of Jazz” service on July 22nd were made with the iPod sitting on my music stand (not the best placement it turns out), and the French piece from this morning was recorded with the iPod on the floor. The latter location worked better, but still needed a bit of equalization to get rid of a bit of excessive bottom end. I added a bit of compression to all of the recordings to help even things out as well. All things considered, most of the songs came out pretty good, but the vocals could all use a little more oomph. Maybe I can save up for one of those iPod accessory mics or a portable field reorder.

Danse pour saxophone alto en mi et piano by Darius Milhaud (1892–1974)
Dave Gribble, saxophone and Krystyna Eller, piano

Here’s One (Spiritual) Arr. Mark Hayes (1953– )
Dave Gribble, saxophone and Gladi Lefferdink, piano

Wade in the Water (Spiritual) Arr. Chuck Marohnic
Ken Eastman, Trumpet and Gladi Lefferdink, piano

Marchin’ on Up (Spiritual) Arr. Mark Hayes (1953– )
Julie Scott, Vocals; Ken Eastman, trumpet; and Gladi Lefferdink, piano

Day by Day (Spiritual) Arr. Hayes/Icenogle (1953– )
Ken Eastman, trumpet; Jan Osburn, drums; Dave Gribble, saxophone; and Gladi Lefferdink, piano

Come Sunday (Spiritual) by Duke Ellington (1899–1974)
Jan Osburn, vocals; Dave Gribble, saxophone; and Gladi Lefferdink, piano

Merry Christmas

Hi All! I’ve noticed that it’s been yet another month without any update on the Gribblog. Something about a road and good intentions comes to mind, but as it’s Christmas, I thought I’d just add a quick post. We’re currently nearing the midpoint of our grand travels to all points (at least it seems like it) east of Colorado, and everyone is having a great time. To date, we’ve driven well over 1,400 miles (sorry Luna), and visited Phoebe’s great grandparents in Michigan and some of her granparents in Ohio. We’ve got a few more stops before the fun wagon returns westward, and we again embrace the mundane reality of work and parenthood in the coming new year. We’ll get some fun Christmas pictures and perhaps a video or two of Phoebe tearing open presents with American zeal onto the blog soon.

In the meantime, you may enjoy this video Jess shot of me playing the sax at the Mount Calvary Christmas concert in early December. Gladi Lefferdink is playing piano. The selections are “O Little Town of Bethlehem” and “Go Tell It on the Mountain”. The arrangements were originally piano works by Chuck Marohnic and John Carter that we adapted for piano and sax. The video is a little out of focus (think Monet; unless you’re into hairdos) and Phoebe adds a bit of commentary to the audio track, but as it’s seasonally appropriate, I thought I’d add it anyway. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!

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.