Mother’s Day 2020

or… The History of the Marshmallow Song or… Griffin is a Walker On weekends, Tristen and I generally take turns getting up with the kids. One will get up when we hear them, generally around 6:30, and the other will sleep in until around 8:30, 9:00. (Although last week Tristen stayed down until almost 10, but I figured if she was down that long, she needed it.) The other parent takes over after that and lets the first parent do what they need, like going to the bathroom. Whoever got up first will often go lie down for a while and get a little more sleep in if possible. I told Tristen on Friday that I’d take Sunday, it being …

Milly’s Return

When everything went down with the lockdowns and all, Amanda and I had a discussion and decided that since the weakest link to spreading the coronavirus was Tristen’s work with the hospital, we were going to have Milly stay just with Amanda for a while. Milly’s last time with us was March 17. Milly and I texted and FaceTimed much more often, but since the last time she was here, I saw Milly only once; the Saturday before Easter. To be clear, Amanda was in no way trying to keep her from me. She would, I think, have been open to me getting her, and legally I could have if it became an issue (which, again, I don’t think it …

Griffin’s First Birthday

Milly’s first birthday was on a Monday. She had a weekend party with friends and family and a trip to Greenfield Lake to play on the playground there on her actual birthday. Fawkes and Phoenix’s first birthday was on a Sunday. Friends and family came and celebrated it. Johnny and Torrie even brought a bounce house. Griffin’s first birthday was smack dab in the middle of a global pandemic, so the poor fella didn’t get a big birthday. It wasn’t a bad day though. Lately all the boys have been waking up right as or after Tristen leaves for work, but today they were awake in time to see their mama, so she greeted the birthday boy with a rendition …

11 Months of Griffin

Griffin turned 11 months old yesterday on St. Patrick’s Day. I’ve been meaning to do a ten-month retrospective, but now that he’s 11 months, what’s the point? At 10 months, we had just been back from Cozumel for about a week. My mom stayed at the ouse and watched him for the week and Erin came over during the days to help out. The best thing about that time was that nobody who was here at night (my mom) had to worry about Griffin waking up at night and making enough noise to wake up Fawkes and Phoenix, as they were in another country. Since there was no rush to soothe him, Griffin was able to get more acclimated to …