Aquinas Day 100 of Bliss
Apr. 27th, 2023 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWell, nous sommes arrives. Lafayette, we are here! Etc. But it should be Casimir Pulaski, we are here, because of all the Poles in Chicago. But I don't know how to say "we are here"--or anything, really--in Polish. Anyway, the operative fact is that we arrived on the north side of Chicago this afternoon after getting through the downtown maelstrom successfully one more time. The Sparrowhawk was driving, and he said it was more stressful this time than last time. Perhaps because the Philosopher complicated our directions by asking if we could pick up their lunch order from a Mediterranean restaurant on our way, and then Siri freaked out and kept telling us to turn right, and then switching to "turn left" and back again. But she settled down and we found our way. Also the express lanes shut down for some reason, so everyone was dumped into the same three lanes. But we were fine, and the Sparrowhawk even found street parking right across from the building where the Philosopher and family live. I think the Philosopher may have decided that it's too hard to squeeze our car into their second parking spot.
We got to snuggle young Aquinas and admire him while he had tummy time and demonstrated how good he's getting at grasping toys and chewing on his fist. He is still a happy and delightful child. But he didn't take kindly to being put in a front pack and walked over to Starbucks. The Philosopher talked to him sweetly the whole time about birds and flowers and things he might see, but he wasn't enjoying the experience. I think being schlepped around in one of those arrangements is an acquired taste. He'll get to like it after awhile, like his father before him. His other grandmother sent him a lovely teddy bear in honor of Day 100 of his existence, which we learned is celebrated as an occasion in Korea.
The parents made an unsuccessful attempt to take him with them to the grocery store, but they returned rather hastily because he was crying quite a lot. Finally they got him to sleep and ventured forth on their own, leaving the grandparents in charge! He woke up crying five minutes after they left, but I was able to walk him back to sleep. The only problem was that I couldn't get his swaddle back on properly in the darkened bedroom. That thing is complicated, though the Philosopher makes it looks so simple! I couldn't get his arms back into it, so I put him in bed with his hands free. Then I was worried about him, so I kept popping in to see if he was all right. He slept--like a baby, in fact--until his parents came home with groceries and take-out burgers for dinner. At 10 pm! When they said they seldom eat before 9 or so, because they are too busy, I thought they must be exaggerating. But no, it's the truth. The burgers were very good, but I have doubts about how my stomach is going to take this. I may wake up wailing in the middle of the night! However, I have Zantac and a stoic temperament, two things babies usually have to do without.
We got to snuggle young Aquinas and admire him while he had tummy time and demonstrated how good he's getting at grasping toys and chewing on his fist. He is still a happy and delightful child. But he didn't take kindly to being put in a front pack and walked over to Starbucks. The Philosopher talked to him sweetly the whole time about birds and flowers and things he might see, but he wasn't enjoying the experience. I think being schlepped around in one of those arrangements is an acquired taste. He'll get to like it after awhile, like his father before him. His other grandmother sent him a lovely teddy bear in honor of Day 100 of his existence, which we learned is celebrated as an occasion in Korea.
The parents made an unsuccessful attempt to take him with them to the grocery store, but they returned rather hastily because he was crying quite a lot. Finally they got him to sleep and ventured forth on their own, leaving the grandparents in charge! He woke up crying five minutes after they left, but I was able to walk him back to sleep. The only problem was that I couldn't get his swaddle back on properly in the darkened bedroom. That thing is complicated, though the Philosopher makes it looks so simple! I couldn't get his arms back into it, so I put him in bed with his hands free. Then I was worried about him, so I kept popping in to see if he was all right. He slept--like a baby, in fact--until his parents came home with groceries and take-out burgers for dinner. At 10 pm! When they said they seldom eat before 9 or so, because they are too busy, I thought they must be exaggerating. But no, it's the truth. The burgers were very good, but I have doubts about how my stomach is going to take this. I may wake up wailing in the middle of the night! However, I have Zantac and a stoic temperament, two things babies usually have to do without.
