Archive for October 18th, 2006

When Daddy is away

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

When Daddy is away, some routines change. I learned this when I was a kid with Dad on afternoons. I live this as an adult when Ken travels (which thankfully isn’t often) or when he has to go to the Cameron’s museum on Thursdsys or back to work (which never happened until recently but will be more frequent for a while). Before Reid came, I started a wonderful habit of going to Melissa’s to watch Ben on Thursday nights while the Sarah and Stephen were at swimming lessons. The night of the lessons changed eventually and Ben got big enough to attend his own lessons but still Melissa fed and entertained me. Even since Reid came and then started eating her own share of the food, we’ve been wlecome. We stay out a bit later than usual (it used to be way later but with daycare in the morning I have to be good) and Reid nurses in the car before we head home. Ever since she has been old enough to be nosy – and that was pretty young – she hasn’t been able to focus on nursing in the house. As we head into another winter of nursing in the car, I wish she wasn’t nosy like her dad ;+). Truthfully, I wish she *was* nosy like him because he isn’t very nosy.

Since Reid got sick before Ken left but close enough to the departure date that he couldn’t stay home with her and continued after he went, our Reid-Mama bonding time started earlier and was more intense even than anticipated. We hit a new routine quickly – meals at Reid’s little table (thanks again for that, Chris) and naps, sleeping, bathroom breaks and pretty much everything else together. Talking on the phone to Daddy just before bed (which was before supper Reno-time) was an important part of our day when we managed to connect. Whenever Reid played with a phone while Ken was away, she always said “Hello, Daddy” as soon as she picked up the receiver. By the time he came home she was asking me about him quite often. “Daddy had to go away for work” is a simple enough concept but she didn’t ask or understand why. That question will come.

Since he’s been back, Daddy has been the recipient of many cuddles and smiles. Monday night, when we was dog-tired from 12 hours of travelling and a time-change, she was laying on top of him kissing him and talking (and overwhelming him probably). Seemed like a good welcome home to me.

Guess who …

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

When Reid woke up on Sunday, I asked said, “Guess who is on the couch”. She knew it was Grandma Joyce and when asked, “Guess who is the basement,” she knew it was “Uncle Roge”. I was glad these things were true because (1) I wanted more adults in the house so that I could use the bathroom absolutley alone and (2) I had told her on Friday that they were coming and when they didn’t show up, she had many questions.

We went to Eddie’s for breakfast on Sunday (of course ;+) where Reid refused to sit in the highchair for the first time. She hasn’t used the tray at home for a while but she has insisted on both the chair and “lid” at the restaurant, even though she has to be a bit of a contortionist to get in and out. I’m glad, I guess, because she was bound to get stuck at some point but sad that she is less and less a baby. On the way home we stopped at the grocery store and Reid eventually decided she wanted to try out the mechanical cars, tractors, etc in the mall and so Uncle Roger took her, under strict orders not to put any money in. Ken and I make the appropriate noises and encourage her to join in and sometimes Ken will jiggle the vehicle but we don’t give up our loonies. Once, when Pam’s nephew Justin was visiting, he paid for a ride but he hasn’t been back and so Reid has forgotten the thrill of the vehicle moving on it’s own. Now I know it seems like I’m cheap but I learned from Melissa that I won’t have to listen to Reid whine when I don’t have money if I never hand over the loonie and she’ll always enjoy the “ride”.

Grandma Joyce and I took Reid to the park past the library after our nap since the sun was shining and the park has a cool swing. The highlight for all of us was, I think, the hill by the play structure. Maybe it was that Reid finally felt like running around after so many days of feeling crumby or maybe it was that she knows that sunny days are limited in the autumn or maybe it was that the hill seemed like a mountain to one who is as un-tall (short is an ugly word) as Reid but she ran up the hill giggling. I did what any self-respecting mother would do – I ran up after her to show her how to roll down the hill. She couldn’t be persuaded to put her arms up above her head and so rolled in an erratic manner but she did like rolling. After a particularly long roll, she tried to stand up and had a very concerned look on her face when she realized how dizzy she was. “Hep, Mama” she said as Grandma Joyce and I laughed since we had just discussed that we were surprised she wasn’t dizzy.

Reid skipped daycare on Monday to spend time with Uncle Roger and Grandma Joyce. Since it was a day for the cleaners to visit, Uncle Roger took Reid to the park when the ladies were supposed to be there. By 8:30, they were at the park. By 9:30, they were checking to see if the library was open (it wasn’t til 10) and they hit the grocery store and got home just as the cleaners were leaving. I’m not sure what else they did but Reid was playing happily when I got home.

Reid ditched daycare again Tuesday. In the afternoon, Reid took Grandma and Uncle Roger to the Agricultural Museum.  When they decided to go, it was spitting but by the time they got there, it was raining hard but since they’re farm-folk they persevered. When Ken and I got home, Reid reported that she had seen a “daddy cow” – and agreed that she knew it was really a “daddy cow bull” – and a mama cow, a mama pig with baby pigs (drinking mama milk), etc. She didn’t see any “grandma pigs”, though, and was amused by the question. I heard stories about playing in the basement and using the potty down there (a novelty, I guess) but I don’t have details. Maybe Uncle Roger will share some funny stories.

After a quick nurse, Ken and I left to go out for supper. Together. By ourselves. Alone with each other. Fabulous! When we told Reid, she got all choked up, umm, no she didn’t, she said “Bye, Daddy” and “Bye, Mama” in a carefree voice but was persuaded to give hugs and kisses. Ken had to go back to work after supper but the 75 minutes we had together were great!