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April 16, 2004
8 Months
I arrived at the house on Friday morning to see the unpackers getting into their truck. I was afraid that they were going to leave, so I quickly parked and ran up to them to let them know that I was there. It wasn’t even 8:30 yet. I told them that I had to go back to the van and get my son, and that I would meet them at the house. So, I step into the house and before I could walk two steps, they were asking me where I wanted them to unpack first. It hadn’t even been thirty seconds yet, they hadn’t introduced themselves, nor taken off their muddy shoes, I had my coffee cup in one hand, purse over my shoulder, and Iain in my other arm! I said to them rather pointedly that I was going to put my son down first, and then I would tell them the where’s and how’s. They started to walk into the house and I had to tell them to take off their shoes, already having taken off my own. They still hadn’t introduced themselves or the company they were with, and didn’t look to me as if they were wearing any sort of uniform at all. In fact, they looked really grubby to me. And I don’t really mean to be judgemental at all, Simon and I are really supportive of almost anyone working any job, so long as they do it as well as they are able to. It’s just that these are individuals who are unpacking your belongings, be them personal or valuable, and they hadn’t even told me their names! I direct them upstairs and ask them to start in the nursery and master bedroom. At that point, Iain started to fuss a bit, so I headed downstairs to check on him. When I come back upstairs to check on the movers after Iain had settled down, I find that they had just piled stuff two feet high on our bed, and piled Iain’s crib full of things that were in boxes in his room. HELLO!! I have an infant! What am I supposed to do when/if he needs to go down for a nap?? Take a half hour to remove all the stuff from his crib? At this point I go directly downstairs and phone Simon, I am a complete wreck. Just by them working for twenty minutes, they have created an extra two hours of mess for me to clean up now.
Simon and I talk, and I phone the moving company to find out why they are not putting away the items, but just piling them everywhere. Well, apparently, when you pay for the unpacking service on your move all it means is that they will unpack the boxes and place the items in a “convenient” location for you to later sort through and move the items to their proper location. I tell the moving company that in NO way was this conveyed to me when I spoke to the person responsible for booking my move :-( I tell the company that I do not require this service and go upstairs to tell the unpackers this news as well. I start crying as they are cleaning up the boxes that they had managed to unpack by that point, so I stay in the nursery so they can’t see me. The woman comes in at the end and finally asks if it was something that they did and could they do anything different. I just repeat the same phrase that I told the man, that “your services are not required, please leave.” Once again, I phone Simon to tell him that I would indeed need to pick him up early from work, as there was a great deal of unpacking that needed to be done. It really sucks, you know, because we had paid for this service with the expectation that I wouldn’t have to be stuck unpacking a three bedroom house by myself, while still taking care of Iain and finding time to pump. My workload has just increased exponentially, as has Simon’s, because he is not going to be able to just come home now and work on the items that are his responsibility, like putting up the wire shelving in the closets, but now, he is going to have to help me unpack too. It is just not fair to him, nor to me. I am definitely going to pursue getting compensation from the moving company for all this hassle.
We work all morning, afternoon and into the early evening and manage to get the master bedroom sorted out a bit, and the nursery almost set up. The guest room too is mid-way done. We went out to dinner to celebrate the new house and moving in and all, and had a fantastic meal at one of our favourite restaurants here in the city.
A note here about our dining experiences of the past six weeks or so. We have gone out to dinner in the past little while more often than we have in the past nine, oh, even more, months. We don’t go out usually, because we have the curse upon us that at every special occasion, be it birthday or anniversary, that we go out to celebrate with dinner out on the town, we invariably get atrocious service, cold or inedible food, or something to that order. So, we prefer to make something at home now instead of wasting our money on a terrible meal and experience. However, when you don’t have kitchen, or don’t have plates or utensils to eat with, you kinda have to eat out a bit more than usual. So, we have been going out. And the servers have been SO funny about Iain. We are repeatedly asked if he needs crackers or milk or water or juice, or how about crayons and paper? I mean, yes, most of these individual’s experiences with children come from their work as a server in a restaurant, but c’mon! He is a small baby! He is usually munching happily upon one of his toys at this point too – older babies do not munch on toys like young babies do. So, my standard phrase to these questions has become that no, he is only 6.5 months old, or 7 months old, or lately, GASP, 7.5 months old and he won’t be needing those things.
Exhausted, but with our bellies nice and full, we head back to the apartment for an early night, so that we can work all day on Saturday, starting first thing in the morning, to get all of the apartment things into the house by the end of the day. We come in the front gate only to realize that the people we are renting from are having a party! :-( It was time for me to pump, so we decide that I should go ahead and pump, but that if it didn’t quiet down during the pump, we would go ahead and pack up, to spend the night in the house. Not the most ideal of first nights, but then again, we have to sleep, right? Well, it only got louder, the footsteps on the wooden floors, the laughing, the talking… argh. So, while I finished up pumping, I instructed Simon on what we would need for the night so that he could gather it all up. I packed up the pump and Iain’s bottle needs until we could come and get the bottles that were all ready for him in this fridge sometime later in the weekend. We headed back to the house, well and truly exhausted at this point. We pumped up our inflatable guest bed and made it with it’s sheet set, thankfully we had found our sheets earlier that afternoon. I heated up Iain’s last bottle for the night, fed him and popped him into his crib, for the first time in over five weeks. We had totally made his bed earlier that day, just so that when we were at the house during the weekend and he needed to nap, we would be able to just pop him in and it would be all ready for him.
The funny thing about his crib is that when we dismantled it in Halifax, the mattress setting was on the highest one. Now, however, because he is so proficient at standing and cruising up and down the lengths of things, we have put it in the lowest position. And he is STILL able to stand with his head above the railing when it is fully up, he is so tall! I am thinking that he is definitely going to be one of those toddlers in his own twin bed much, much sooner than when he gets “pushed” out of his crib by the next sibling to join the family! I am really glad that he got a lot of practice at me putting him down into his play-yard to sleep during the past few weeks, because the lag time between arms and mattress is much larger than it used to be, and that is when I find he is most likely to open his eyes. Not necessarily awaken, but just peek around to see where he is.
That night both Simon and I didn’t sleep particularly well. The mattress was not comfortable and Iain awoke quite a few times during the night. I was able to very quickly soothe him to sleep again, but it was tough getting up that many times in the night, just to crawl back onto an uncomfortable bed, with not the right pillow, and the sheets were all mucked up too. We were all the more dedicated to making sure that we slept in our own bed the next night, after that experience. We work our asses of that weekend and manage to get quite a decent amount unpacked, or at least sorted. Every night after I pick Simon up after work, we quickly eat dinner so that we can get more work done. It seems rather endless, and to be honest, I can’t even remember the next day what I did the previous day, it has become such a blur. I, of course, have been trying to get the kitchen unpacked, so that we can start having meals that involve more than putting something into the oven. I am sorely missing cooking on the stove.
The reason for this is that the week prior to us moving into the house, the stove at the apartment went on the fritz. On the Sunday night the week of the move, halfway through cooking something or other in the oven, it just stopped working. We tried everything to get it working again, but nada. SO, we were eating take-out and fast food even before we got into the new house, and were rapidly getting tired of it by the time the end of the weekend rolled around. However, we did have one respite. We were leaving the house on Saturday afternoon when our neighbour to the left came out of her house and asked us if we would like to come to dinner tomorrow, as she noticed the Domino’s guy coming and going and knew how that felt! We were delighted, they had seemed like a really nice couple when we met them earlier that week. So, we stopped work a little early on Sunday so we could have showers, all three of us, and went over for dinner. They cooked us lamb and stir-fryed veggies, it was SO SO good, after all the burgers of late. We chatted about a ton of stuff, they are definitely going to be great neighbours, but unlike our immediate neighbours in Halifax where I thought we would be great friends and they initially returned our ‘friendly’ efforts only to later not put in the effort, I can tell that this will be different, in a good way. They were excellent with Iain, I was actually surprised at how comfortable they were with him, as most couples without children are not that comfortable, but they did say that most of their friends had just had babies in the past year, so that must be the root of their confidence. We left their house with contentedly filled bellies, and sated with adult conversation too :-)
A bit more about our other neighbours, since I’m on the topic…We have met a number of the neighbours on this crescent. We are in a semi, and the other half isn’t sold yet, so no neighbours there, but the ones on the other side of that I have indeed met. They seem really great, really nice, and we chatted and joked easily together. I am sure that we won’t have a single problem with either of these two couples so far. Oh, let me explain a moment here, both of the other neighbours are in houses that the builder of this house also constructed. He knocked down two old ‘50’s bungalows and in their place, put up a single detached, two semi-detached and then another single detached, for a total of four houses. Now for the other neighbours. Two are nasty, all three of us ‘new’ neighbours have pretty much concluded this. They are to the right of us, if you are inside the house. When the moving van was here, it was the biggest semi-rig that is made, so it was the full 50+ feet long. Well, clearly, he is going to block driveways with this rig, but usually, people don’t mind, I mean, geez, how else are they going to get the belongings into the house, right? Well, the driver, who was INCREDIBLY nice and friendly, got railed at by both the wife and the husband of the nearest house, saying things like he couldn’t park there and such. He was used to this type of behaviour, but still said to me that I had a couple of feisty neighbours. The other thing is that when we are coming and going, he stares at us from his driveway. Doesn’t wave hello, doesn’t smile, nothing. He holds his dog’s leash and just stares at us, as if trying to intimidate us! So, Simon has taken to staring back now. I just roll my eyes at the entire thing, he is so unfriendly! The other thing that this character does, is that he has been coming out and inspecting our van. Not once, not twice, but many times. What is the deal? There is a Greek community centre on the corner of our crescent, and they completely fill up the streets with parked cars whenever they have an event, Simon and I have been wondering if our cranky neighbour thinks that we are part of that community and why haven’t we left then… Who knows, it’s all just rather odd.
The other neighbours to the right are also nasty. The reason? He just walked right into our house as we were in the dining room, which is right by the front door, and asked if we were the new owners. GEEZ! Walked right in the open door, didn’t knock, nothing! Apparently he did this, walk into the houses unannounced, quite frequently when they were under construction, but now, they are privately owned, and you just don’t do that! All the while that we were having a very brief conversation with him, he was peering into the house, looking at our belongings and just being really nosy basically. The questions that he asked were really pointed, as if he was really trying to find out information on us, and when we would ask him a question, he didn’t really answer it in any way. I am not quite sure what to make of this neighbour, but my initial sense is that I don’t like him.
We have met another couple of neighbours from the other direction, they have seemed quite nice, as much as you can estimate from a conversation that lasts all of two minutes. We are starting to wonder when our adjacent house is going to sell. The houses were listed on August 20th, so it is getting to be a really long time on the market for this last house. It isn’t quite finished yet, the floors still need to be done, and the painting and bits here and there, and I guess when that is all done the real estate agent will have an open house. I guess we’ll have to wait and see!
Our internet and cable has been a sore spot for me these past two weeks. I had an appointment set up for Thursday, when the movers were here, but moved it to Friday because I wasn’t sure that I could guarantee that the computer would be unpacked. So, Simon and I kept the front door open while we were working in the nursery getting it all set up, so that the tech could call, ring the doorbell or knock on the door and it could be done. Well, we came downstairs after 1:00 to find a note hanging on the door knob that the tech had been there and “missed” us. Well, actually, we WERE here, never heard anyone call out, no doorbell rang, nothing. I immediately go to try to phone, but our PHONE was dead. :-( No dial tone. I had used it that morning, it was fine! And I had phoned the telephone company to make sure that there would be no interruption in service, they said that there would not be. So on Saturday when we went out for breakfast (not being able to cook anything yet at home), I went and used the payphone to try to get, first of all, our phone working, and second of all, the internet company to explain why we didn’t have internet (and cable). The phone company wasn’t open yet, but the internet company had the gall to say that the tech said that he yelled out to us, rang the doorbell… yeah, RIGHT. When we got home, I went upstairs to the nursery, and waited while Simon rang the doorbell and called out. I heard him fine, with and without the nursery door closed.
I went out again to use a nearby payphone and managed to get the phone set up. When I arrived home, it was ringing, signalling to us that we once again had a phone, yeay! :-) One good thing! I spent the next hour talking to various individuals at the internet company. They also told me that the tech had phoned three times… uhm… right. Well, our phone logs caller ID, and there was no phone call received. I make them try to get a tech out that day, or Sunday. Well, as it turns out, no one was able to pick up the call until Monday, and I had them put on as instructions to the tech to phone a half hour before they were to arrive. The fellow arrives and has a look at where the outlets are, goes outside to look at how he needs to run the cable. He comes back in to tell me that because it is a NEW install, he doesn’t have enough cable. I am boiling at this point, I had specifically told the company several times that this was a brand new house and that it would need the cable run to the house. And what is worse, is that because the calls had already gone out for the following day, I wouldn’t have a tech by until Wednesday. ARGH! Almost a full week after I set the initial appointment.
I do finally get my internet on Wednesday, the fellow took almost an hour and a half to run the wire from the lane to the house. He was here for three hours installing everything, but he was so nice that I couldn’t really be upset at him. I mean, it is not his fault that all this happened to me, and was actually surprised when I told him that this was my third service call. So, I have internet now, for the first time in almost…six weeks? Has it really been that long? I immediately went and posted an entry that I had written up but was unable to get up to my diary before my internet went down. I will have to spend some time setting up my mail accounts and my yahoo groups to recognise this new address and such, but YEAY! I have internet again! And we can watch TV tonight! It seems petty, I know, but when you are exhausted at the end of the day from working, then unpacking boxes, it is nice to sit down and watch a TV program to get your mind off of everything. We still can’t sit in the living room, it is a complete disaster and the couch and chair aren’t set up yet with legs, so they are un-sittable. So, we sat on our bed and watched :-)
What else… oh, our furniture arrived last week as well, I had two other tradesmen in the house, doing plumbing and painting, and the doorbell rings…When I open up the door, it is the Sears guys, saying they have a sofa and ottoman for me! Yeay! No where to put them, because the living room looks like a bomb went off in it, but hey, I’ll take ‘em anyway. When they tried to fit the sofa through the front door, it wouldn’t fit the way they were trying. I told them to turn it so that the side went through first, and the guy just said no, no, that won’t work that way. Yeah, well, after they tried two further ways to get it in, low and behold, when they did it the way I said, it DID fit. I knew that because the mover’s had to fit the loveseat in the same series that way through the door. Ha, the housewife IS right. Anyway, they got through the door, one of them promptly tripped and dropped the sofa, denting the hardwood. Thanks. I haven’t been in the house a week yet, guys. And, one of the feet to the ottoman didn’t have anything to screw into, so it is just sitting loose. When you lift up the ottoman to move it, the leg comes out. He said that he would phone our salesman and let him know as well as phoning the manufacturer, so that something could be arranged to have it fixed. Until then, it works fine, you just can’t pick it up.
More Sears stuff… We bought a really nice washer and dryer, even nicer than the previous ones we had, because since Iain has arrived into our lives, I have realized exactly how much time I spend doing laundry, and how much laundry we have. When we arrived in the house on Wednesday to do the inspection, we found out that the delivery guys had just put the machines into the laundry room, they didn’t install the legs, let alone remove the giant cardboard boxes :-( The laundry room is literally just big enough to fit the machines side by side, and then there is two and a half feet in front. You know those little sliding jigsaw puzzles where you have to slide the pieces around until you get the picture, or one of the pieces is in the centre? Okay, now picture that and that is what Simon had to do to get the boxes off and the legs on. Except, there wasn’t enough room for another “piece,” so he had to crawl over the machines to get to the front and back of them. Because of all this difficulty, we decided to just have someone install the machines, do the ducting and hooking up of the water lines etc. It was just too much of a pain in the butt, we had way more important things to do with the little bit of time that Simon had after he got home from work each evening.
So, I phoned on that first weekend and talked to a fellow, he said he would phone the installers and someone would be by on the weekend. Weekend comes and goes, no installer. No phone call. On Tuesday, I phone again, this time the fellow (a different one I think) keeps me on hold while he talks to the installer, so that I know when they will be coming by. I have to pay an extra $50 dollars for this service. They arrive and I ask them specifically to install the legs on the dryer properly and level it, as per the installation instructions that came with the machine. I go back downstairs to whatever I was doing before, they come downstairs, say they are finished, I go check it out and at a glance it looks fine as Iain is crying and I need to pick him up. Simon arrives home and goes to look at it. He comes downstairs fuming, because apparently, the dryer legs haven’t been touched, and it hasn’t been levelled, and the cord that attaches to the flexible water line that dumps out all the water at the end of the cycle is not attached. Why be upset about the water line? Well, if it is not secured, it could come loose when it is gushing out the water, and flood my second floor. Nice, huh? :-( Furthermore, I had gone out that morning specifically to purchase the hose clamps that they would need. I handed them to them and instead of using them, they used duct tape! If we wanted it done this way, Simon would have done it himself, and even better. But I paid for a professional installation and all I got was crap. I phone Sears again and just have at it, I had to make sure I was home for this service call, and they don’t even do it per instructions?
The fellow credits me my money and phones a different installer to come by and install the machines again. They also make sure that it was at a more convenient time for me, and when the fellow showed up, he was really nice. I guess he had been filled in on the whole incident, and made sure that the install was done right. When he was finished, he got me to come and look, but then showed me each thing that he had done. What’s even nicer is that there was no strap to secure the output water hose, the other installers must have taken with them, and he was going to come by on the weekend to install one, but I wouldn’t have it. It was Easter weekend, and he had a family to spend time with. Instead, he came by early the next week, and made sure it was hooked up right. Nice guy! So, now I have my washer and dryer, and I have already run eight loads through it :-)
Easter weekend was all work and no play for us. This was by choice, but didn’t really make it any more fun! We installed five closets of wire shelving and removed wire shelving from the pantry. The closets we installed were by our choice, we didn’t get the builder to put anything in the closets, instead we wanted to do wire shelving ourselves. The reason for this? Builders really have no concept of hanging height and logical shelf depths. So, we went out, bought all the necessary lengths and types and depths of shelving (boy, we were there for almost 2 hours!) and came home. Over the course of the following days, we successfully installed every shelf. Well, we did have to go back to have two shelves cut down just a sliver, the fellow had erred on the large side of our measurements, and they were just a touch too long. But all in all, it went really well. Part of the reason for the success was that this time we bought a chalk line so that we could grid the closets for all the clips and such that go in. Wow, can I say that this made it SO much easier! We have done shelving in three houses/apartments now, and are quite experienced, but the chalk line ROCKS!! :-)
Okay, the pantry shelving. The builder was putting in wire shelving for the pantry and the fellows installing it had never done it before. I told them what had to go in and the order, and left them to it. I mean, a monkey could install this stuff, it is so easy. Install the back clips, making sure they are level. Install the side supports, making sure for level. Install the angle brackets, making sure for level. Done. Well, they ran out of clips and the builder brought some by, but when Simon checked the shelving out, he found out that the clips were all smashed in, and the shelves weren’t level front to back AND side to side. Argh!! Another thing WE have to fix that should have been done right to begin with! Simon had to drill out all the anchors, patch the holes, I had to sand them down, patch, sand them down, patch and sand them down again before it was ready to paint. Luckily, the painters were still next door doing work, so I was able to get them over here to do that little bit of work. Then, we chalked all the lines again for this closet and set about putting it up. We ended up buying four more shelves to do two more levels. Finally, I could put all the pantry items away! So, now the kitchen feels like a real kitchen and I am able to cook! YEAY! :-)
Okay, that is enough of everything else, on to the best stuff: what Iain has been up to! I don’t think I have really written about the following yet, so I think it is prime time! Iain has been eating solid food since about the beginning of February. When we arrived in the apartment, we were still trying to feed him, even if our days were hectic. When we were over visiting our neighbour and introducing Iain to her, we had brought his food and bottle, as the visit co-incited with one of his feeding times. I had just warmed the entire little bottle of food in a “to-go” container, just for ease. Well, he ate the entire thing. And this was immediately after wolfing down a 6oz bottle as well. Hungry guy! :-) The following day, I let him lead me in feeding him and he again ate the entire jar. So, we fed him entire jars of food, he clearly wanted to eat that much. He is really, really eager to eat food, does the whole baby bird, wide open mouth, lunge towards spoon… It’s really cute. It was a little difficult to feed him in the apartment, and I eventually just fed him when he was lying on the play yard changing table. That way, I could count on his mouth being in a general vicinity :-) So far, he loves: Sweet Potato, Squash, Apricots, Blueberries, Banana, Pear… I think that is it. Does NOT like Peas, made the funniest face when I tried to feed him those! Also doesn’t like green beans or wax beans… I wonder why? It is quite interesting because you would think that they have no conceptions of what tastes bad and good, so it must be a texture thing. He likes his food ultra smooth I guess. Although, he does eat a real banana, and food off our plates fine, I guess that when it is baby food, he’s got his preferences! He does LOVE salmon, we’ve fed him that once and he got really excited :-) Oh, and if I don’t feed him fast enough, he starts to get upset at me!
Iain has reached the developmental stage where he realizes that when something is in his hands, it is HIS. His only. And thy parents shall not removeth the item from thy Highness’s possession. Ever. Or face the wrath of thy Highness. While this is starting to wear on me, I still recognise what a huge mental development this is. I mean, he now knows that something can be his, and something can be not his. And the tantrums that he throws when we remove the item are SO funny. He throws his head back and makes this moan/whine noise, as if we have done some terrible wrongdoing…Well, to him at least! The worst part is that some of the items that he picks up really are not good for him, especially because he is such a mouthy baby. He puts EVERYTHING in his mouth, if he doesn’t have a soother in there. Newspaper, stuffed animals, keys, bills (although I don’t mind him chewing up those!), my wallet… The list goes on and on. I wonder if he is always going to be a mouthy baby, or if he will grow out of it…And I wonder how long this stage is going to last. I can see how this will get old, really fast. And is it any indication of what toddler tantrums are going to be like in this house? If so, I have definitely got to start researching discipline styles, to figure out which one I like best, and that fits what I am already doing a bit with Iain.
Iain is really accomplished now at standing up at something like the crib or sofa, and bending over to pick up something on the floor, like a teddy bear or flicker, then standing up again. This is all one smooth motion, he crouches down to the item, reaches and either successfully grabs it with his one hand on the first try, or doesn’t have quite the right grip on it and so has to grab it again, and then smoothly stands up again. Really quite amazing to watch, if you keep into consideration the hand eye co-ordination of this movement, and then the strength and balance of it as well. He started doing this in the apartment, but has really perfected it here in the house. He does it with such ease and regularity now that I almost don’t even “see” him doing it anymore, it is so normal for him to do this. His balance is extraordinary. He is able to just lightly hold onto a support, standing and rocking on his tippy-toes. Which is also funny. He almost always stands en pointe. And he has the pointiest little toes! When he stands on us, it is starting to get really painful, because he digs those toes in… Ouch! :-) He is getting more regular in standing just on the flats of his feet, but still rocks up into tippy-toe frequently. And then he sends me this gigantic smile, and his eyes light up…Melts the heart, immediately! It’s as if he is saying without words to me, Hi Mum, look what I can do!
The other thing that he is doing that takes an enormous amount of skill, strength and balance, is kneeling up on his knees. He will either get into this position from crawling directly, or sliding down from standing. And he just sits there, rocking back and forth, completely up on his knees and balancing perfectly. I cannot even imagine the strength that this takes, nor the balance, I mean, he is not even 8.5 months old yet and he is doing this! Oh my goodness. It almost makes me terrified to imagine what this balance and strength will turn into when I have a little boy… Will he be swinging from the balusters, trees, chandelier? Will we have to build a jungle gym in his room so that he can be a monkey and swing around in there? Or, is my imagination just running a little wild, and he will calm down? Ah, I don’t think so, not if I know Iain, and I hope to think I do. He will constantly be pushing the boundaries, the limits, seeing what his body can do if he just reaches a little further…Oh my, this terrifies me. *Deep breath*
What else… Oh, Iain is loving the boxes that are around, everywhere still. He will crawl up to them and slap his hands on them. He LOVES to slap his hands on things, whatever it is. You can be holding him and he will do it on your upper arms or chest. The sofa, ottoman, desk. I think he learned this on the desk actually, because I think I remember him sitting with me at the Halifax house and banging his hands on the desk in imitation of us banging (well, not really banging) away at the keyboard. He would sit in my lap, banging away, while I tried to type away with this moving, squiggling baby on my lap! Still, it was quite cute, and still is. :-) So, he is often happy for quite some time, thankfully, just standing up and slapping the boxes. Cheap entertainment.
The other thing that he is doing is following me around, especially upstairs. I will start out in his room, and put him on the floor to toodle around. I will leave his room usually to finish dealing with my milk in the guest room, and he will follow me there. I will go into the bathroom, and low and behold, along comes Iain! I will go into our room, do things in the bathroom, get dressed in our closet… Iain comes toodling around the corner, looks up at me and gives me the BIGGEST grin. There you are Mum, I found you! The only problem in this is that sometimes he loses me and starts to get upset. I then have to either call to him, that can be enough sometimes, or go and get him and bring him into whichever room I am in. If I need to get something done in the bathroom or the closet without Iain, I can put him in the far corner of our room, only to hear that swish, swish, swish sound of knees on carpet as he comes crawling to find me! It is really sweet when he does, too, because he comes sloooowly around the corner, peering this way and then that way, he spots me, and then… there go the dimples as he gets a huge grin on his face. I love it when that happens! :-)
This entry has become monstrous in size, so I will leave it there. It’s funny… when I sat down to write this entry, I didn’t think I had much to say! I guess it just started pouring out, all the things that have happened in the past two weeks. Thanks for hanging in there through the whole thing!
**Talk to Me**
What did you find funny or interesting when you started to go out to dinner with your baby, when they were still a baby?
Have you ever been frustrated with service people or installers that give you a four or five hour time frame in which they will arrive, only to have to reschedule?
What do you do when your baby throws a temper tantrum, and why have they done it?
Namaste, Laura and Iain
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