The Grenade

A few months ago, Dylan was telling me about his favorite radio show, The BS Report. Bill Simmons had recently brought home a new baby, and on the show he explained how you really cannot prepare a person for this experience. He said the only appropriate comparison is that it's like somebody throws a grenade in your house. Dylan and I agreed that for as much as bringing home a baby, your first baby especially, really upends your life, that Bill's analogy was indeed perfect. And so funny.

This past week was demanding of my energy, something that seems to be in short supply lately. Dylan was gone for eight days, and we were busy. On Tuesday, for example, I drove from our house to Cave Creek to Scottsdale to Downtown Phoenix back to Scottsdale to pick up Gavin from my parents and back home. At one point Gavin developed a fever again, and my parents swooped in to save the day so I could go to work. Luckily he did not get nearly as sick as he did a few weeks ago. The sleep quality was not great around here, and by Friday night, I was laying on the couch talking to Dylan on the phone telling him I could hardly muster the energy to move from the couch to my bed. The house looked like a tornado had come through it, and I was completely spent. He asked me if somebody had thrown a grenade in my house. Haha. It wasn't quite like that, but I was ready for the weekend.

Dylan made it home Saturday evening, just in time to take Gavin for a dip in my parents' pool and have dinner with all of us. Gavin was so excited to see his Dad. It was a welcome change from the rest of the week but a short-lived reprieve since he'll be leaving again in a couple of hours for another eight days of training in Dallas. Thank goodness for my mom who took Gavin on Tuesday while I had appointments to make, helped us re-group and get Gavin dressed after swim class on Wednesday, and saved the day on Friday when he was sick. And thanks to our family across the street who fed us dinner on Tuesday...one less night of take-out or something from the freezer!

Reading with Papa

Food coma at Sunday brunch

Eating dry Raisin Brain after swimming at Nonna and Papa's house. Gavin's choice.

Taking care of everything around here while D is gone, going to work, and being trapped inside because of extreme heat is not the worst thing ever. But it's not awesome. I'm very thankful for a wonderful daycare provider, helpful parents, a nursery at the gym, and a babysitter that's home from college for the summer. But it's really pretty crappy, and so it's no wonder we plan to get the heck out of here as soon as possible for as long as possible. More on that later...