Auntie J's Birthday
After a few weekends of hanging around town, we headed out to celebrate Aunt Jackie's birthday up in North Carolina! By the time we had sat through over an hour in accident back-ups and getting lost, the drive up proved to be the longest time Iris had spent in a car. But that was ok- she basically slept the whole time!
We arrived in Greensboro on Saturday afternoon, to Jackie and Patrick's house, where Jackie's Dad and Joan and friends were hanging out.. Tonight we were celebrating Jackie's birthday (a few days early) by going out to a nice restaurant in town. Of course we were concerned about how exactly 4+ hours of extra nap time would affect Iris's condition the rest of the night, but mostly we were glad to be there and see a little more of Jackie's life after countless unanswered visits she had made to see all of us..
But the concerns about Iris hardly fruited!
She was an absolute peach, in fact! Iris responded really well to everyone, particularly Robert near the end of dinner after she had started to fall off -ahem- her rocker...
Why is it that since becoming a father, I have not been able to find a single changing table in a men's room? Not Atlanta Metro Airport, not any restaurants at home, and neither of the restaurants we ate at in Greensboro (OK, one of them was indian)? Yet before it seemed like they were everywhere! I've been psych-ing myself up over the last year when I'd see them, telling myself that soon I'd have my equal responsibility to changing diapers when were out, and now that the time has finally come--?
Needless to say, the restaurant we ate at that night was the other of the two restaurants we found in Greensboro without a changing table in the men's room (I said it anyway). So I had to walk her outside to the car. It was cold out. She had a very complicated dress on. With tights. Walking back from the car, I set off another car's alarm- a very loud alarm that Iris became very aware of before we got to the car, but there was no getting to the door without having to walk within 3' of it... And I thought car alarms had gone out of style!
But yeah, Iris hung in there. After more time in the restaurant, she started to slip getting a big, about-to-cry kind of frown and Robert would look over at her, they're eyes would meet, Robert would make a little noise and face, and Iris would literally turn the frown upside-down! Unfortunately, when she reaches this point, the end of the game (read: day's waketime) is pretty much around the corner whether you're in a convenient spot for it to happen or not.. But it made for some laughs while it lasted!
That night we all worked our way to Patrick's mother's house, stopping to get beer only after Iris had fitfully fallen asleep. We slept and woke in the warmth and abundance of our new environment, and Iris spent her first night in the porta-crib we bought months before she was born while we were still under the Baby Preparaton Spell that every new parent inevitably catches yet seldomly contains. Until the second child, I hear..
After a mornng of fine breakfast and visiting, we went back to Jackie's and met another one of her good friends, who apparently is a fan of this site (holla!). With the 4-hour drive home looming (after less than 24 hours in town), we headed to an indian restaurant for lunch. Hold the phone- this was like the best lunch ever! OK, enough boring details! We pulled into the driveway after dark, with Carole already at home laying claim to her throne upstairs, seeped in a program that an alarming number of "children" find "comedic".
All was normal again.
We arrived in Greensboro on Saturday afternoon, to Jackie and Patrick's house, where Jackie's Dad and Joan and friends were hanging out.. Tonight we were celebrating Jackie's birthday (a few days early) by going out to a nice restaurant in town. Of course we were concerned about how exactly 4+ hours of extra nap time would affect Iris's condition the rest of the night, but mostly we were glad to be there and see a little more of Jackie's life after countless unanswered visits she had made to see all of us..
But the concerns about Iris hardly fruited!
She was an absolute peach, in fact! Iris responded really well to everyone, particularly Robert near the end of dinner after she had started to fall off -ahem- her rocker...Why is it that since becoming a father, I have not been able to find a single changing table in a men's room? Not Atlanta Metro Airport, not any restaurants at home, and neither of the restaurants we ate at in Greensboro (OK, one of them was indian)? Yet before it seemed like they were everywhere! I've been psych-ing myself up over the last year when I'd see them, telling myself that soon I'd have my equal responsibility to changing diapers when were out, and now that the time has finally come--?
Needless to say, the restaurant we ate at that night was the other of the two restaurants we found in Greensboro without a changing table in the men's room (I said it anyway). So I had to walk her outside to the car. It was cold out. She had a very complicated dress on. With tights. Walking back from the car, I set off another car's alarm- a very loud alarm that Iris became very aware of before we got to the car, but there was no getting to the door without having to walk within 3' of it... And I thought car alarms had gone out of style!
But yeah, Iris hung in there. After more time in the restaurant, she started to slip getting a big, about-to-cry kind of frown and Robert would look over at her, they're eyes would meet, Robert would make a little noise and face, and Iris would literally turn the frown upside-down! Unfortunately, when she reaches this point, the end of the game (read: day's waketime) is pretty much around the corner whether you're in a convenient spot for it to happen or not.. But it made for some laughs while it lasted!
That night we all worked our way to Patrick's mother's house, stopping to get beer only after Iris had fitfully fallen asleep. We slept and woke in the warmth and abundance of our new environment, and Iris spent her first night in the porta-crib we bought months before she was born while we were still under the Baby Preparaton Spell that every new parent inevitably catches yet seldomly contains. Until the second child, I hear..
After a mornng of fine breakfast and visiting, we went back to Jackie's and met another one of her good friends, who apparently is a fan of this site (holla!). With the 4-hour drive home looming (after less than 24 hours in town), we headed to an indian restaurant for lunch. Hold the phone- this was like the best lunch ever! OK, enough boring details! We pulled into the driveway after dark, with Carole already at home laying claim to her throne upstairs, seeped in a program that an alarming number of "children" find "comedic".
All was normal again.
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