Month: March 2008

A complete set

Dave

All four grandparents in the same place, plus baby. That’s pretty cool. In addition to having a lot in common, they all share the opinion that they have a pretty adorable grandson. But what would you expect from a gathering of grandparents? A frank and objective discussion of his flaws?

You can’t sit around for three hours talking exclusively about how cute the grandson is, so they found other topics of conversation, including cars, which led to this classic grandparently utterance:

“I don’t think I dated you when you had a Studebaker.”

Tell Conrad that story in 15 years and he’ll be convinced we were all wearing homespun clothes and eating hardtack.

Lots of photos added to his Flickr page today, by the way, including this one, which cracks me up for some reason:

Bounce, Grammy, bounce!

Dave

Grammy’s been a real trouper while she’s been here, and has taken her share of bouncing duty during the fussy periods when that seems to be the only thing that calms him down. She got a workout, too, and went through her whole travel stash of ibuprofen. Feel the burn, Grammy.

From the Front

Dave

We’ve noticed that Conrad is beginning to define his evening fussy period between 6 and 9pm. Last night Dave said that he’d like it if Conrad would get this over with before he got home from work. And today he responded in spades.

Here is a list of the items he either peed or pooped on all between 5 and 11am:

  • four outfits
  • three changing pad covers
  • a boppy cover
  • my robe
  • the mama
  • a comforter cover
  • a blanket
  • my pajamas

There was one incident that did a great deal of the above damage. Two words: projectile pooping.

I’m sure a lot of this is due to poor diapering, poor diapers “those 7th generation hippie no dye diapers really don’t do the job” or sleep deprivation on the part of the mama. Some of this will work itself out over time. Until then, thank god for the washing machine.