is a huge hassle….not to mention Tommy. This weekend we woke up early and decided to get breakfast tacos (something to do with the happy hour the day before at the Stephen F. Austin hotel followed by wine on our back porch–nothing beats breakfast tacos as a hangover cure). We loaded up the car with Tom, Jack, and Mickey in the backseat, picked up the food and headed to Zilker Park. It was nice and quiet and we found a table under a grove of trees. Of course, by the time we’d hauled all our stuff over there and Jack had broken her own record for destroying a frisbee, we were ready to go home! But we hung around a bit longer so we felt like we were getting our monies worth. Chris took Tom on a walk and snapped some piccies and I did the crossword puzzle.
For me the highlight of the morning was glancing over at the car next to us at a stop light and seeing the an old guy playing his recorder as he waited for the light to change.
Apparently, one of the benefits of shipping your kid off to daycare is that all the other dirty little buggers pass on their germs and build up your child’s resistance to infections, diseases, and the consumption. Here is a photo montage of what happens when Sally decides not to wait until daycare to get Tom’s immune system built up. Note the expression of anticipation as Jack approaches…
Note: no babies or animals were harmed during the making of this post.
Today was a good day…until 5 minutes before Sierra and Melanie were due to arrive to go over some work stuff. Tom decided to gurgle his milk rather than swallow it and now he smells like a, well like a baby. Yuk.
It’s Daddy day. Sally, is off running around with her parents. So far, Toma and I have enjoyed some great silence together. He looks at me for a bit, squawks here and there… but for the most part, I think he is bored of me explaining to him all about the next revision of silicon that I am working on. I tried to explain to him that this is some top-secret stuff that he should be excited about. He could care less; he must be his mother’s son.
After reading work emails aloud to him, he decided he had heard enough; demanded a change of atmosphere, nappy, and stiff swig of powdered milk. All better, this afternoon Tommy will join his first AMD conference call….
Katie & Dale came to Austin yesterday, partly to preview some houses but mainly to see Tommy. Although Jack & Mickey aren’t yet allowed to pull the pram behind them (*yet!) they do their part to protect little Tom out in the great wild outdoors.
Jack continues to hold great interest in the squirmy-wormy-lil-tom. Whereas, Mickey, couldn’t really give a toss as long as he remains fed and pet. Mickey requires more attention than Tom.
I can’t wait for the day that Tommy fits in the dog saddle that Sally and I are working on.
Giddy up Tommy!
=)
Sally adds: If you look closely at this photo, you’ll see that the Partridge-Lepard clan is all about class. Katie and I look the vision of happy families, whereas the ‘gentlemen’ bringing up the rear are toting a couple of bottles of beer and a ciggie. Nice.
The first questions people asked during our first week with Tom were “How much did he weigh?” and “How long was the labor?”–neither which I particularly relished answering due to the flashbacks and post-traumatic stress syndrome! But sometimes I ventured back to recollect the dark-side of July 27th just to make GingerQueen squirm and turn a pale shade of ghastly.
Now, the question that is on everyone’s lips is ” Who does he look like?” To be honest, he looks like Tom–but every so often we do catch a glimpse of Chris’ brother Shawn, or me as a baby, or Dale’s forehead, or Chris’ feet (or, during the past week, teeth).
However, these glimpses are fleeting and we’re not committed to picking one as Tom’s true double. So, for your amusement, here are some options… feel free to vote for your favorite.
Tomorrow I have made a hair appointment because I don’t want to be one of those women who walk around with split ends, spit up on their shirt and do nothing but talk about their kids. YAWN. So, despite being in denial that my hairdresser and friend of 18 years has abandoned me for London (hello Kevin!), I’ve made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon with a lady that Julie recommended.
But I didn’t check the time with the Lepard and he has meetings, so I gave Uncle Ginger Queen a call and he has kindly agreed to fly solo for the first time with Tom.
Let’s hope he doesn’t wear this get-up…he might scare little Tommy.
Yesterday was a pretty uneventful day. It seemed as if Tom and I spent the whole day getting ready to do something but never actually getting around to it–still can’t think of what that something was!
Chris came home and we decided to cook two dinners–one for that night and one to have for the rest of the week–we agreed upon spaghetti and shepherd’s pie. Busily engrossed in food prep, we both suddenly realized that, for a moment, we had forgotten that we had Tom. He was sound asleep in the bedroom and we were working away until we heard a familiar squawk. I put him in his bouncer and pulled up a chair in the kitchen as Chris finished up. Tom spent a full 10-minutes fascinated by a bizarre mouse/bear hybrid thingy that dangles down from his bouncer. At first, he just watched it and then he started pounding away at it like he was Rocky going to town on Apollo Creed. I commented on how nice and simple a life it must be that you can busy yourself by watching a distorted cartoon bear for 10 minutes, to which Chris kindly pointed out that I had manged to occupy myself for the past 10 minutes watching a mini-human watching a scary plastic bear.
The uneventful day turned into a surreal night–neighbors having screaming matches on their front porch; Chris and Tom getting into a tussle that resulted in both of them needing a bath (say no more); and me caught in the middle trying to decide which event was more entertaining! I think I learned that you don’t mess with Trish and you certainly don’t mess with Tom.
Today, Trish, Sandy and I took Tom, Jack and Mickey for a walk. I was seriously deluded if I thought I could manage all three of them (Jack, Mickey and Tom) by myself. I think I’ll have to take one doggie at a time–but that will increase the amount of walking I’m doing which is a good thing.
is a huge hassle….not to mention Tommy. This weekend we woke up early and decided to get breakfast tacos (something to do with the happy hour the day before at the Stephen F. Austin hotel followed by wine on our back porch–nothing beats breakfast tacos as a hangover cure). We loaded up the car with Tom, Jack, and Mickey in the backseat, picked up the food and headed to Zilker Park. It was nice and quiet and we found a table under a grove of trees. Of course, by the time we’d hauled all our stuff over there and Jack had broken her own record for destroying a frisbee, we were ready to go home! But we hung around a bit longer so we felt like we were getting our monies worth. Chris took Tom on a walk and snapped some piccies and I did the crossword puzzle.
