This will be the year of the babies and Game of Thrones . They have nothing in common BTW. They are, however, what's been going on in my life, oh and a majah birthday that needs no more notice.
When last we chatted, I was off to New Mexico to usher in the birth of my second granddaughter. A word about New Mexico medicine. Well that won't do, perhaps a collection of words skillfully spun together to create a concise and meaningful thesis. To Whit:
Old daughter was due to have her baby on April 28, which meant I would have a few days from my arrival on the 24th to make her life a
So that was labor and delivery in New Mexico. And it was annoying. The baby weighed in at hale (gettit?) and hearty 8#15oz. and 20 some odd inches long. In short healthy. Now it was time for some other medical nitwit to weigh in with his pithy advice. I paraphrase here, "Mrs. Ballard, your baby is large and as such may have trouble surviving on breast milk only. I advise (read order you) you to supplement with some tasty and expensive formula. Why lookie here, Enfamil has provided you with some samples! Enfamil underwrites this hospital so you have to use this stuff or we will lose our funding and that would be bad for me." As I said paraphrasing here, but the formula was certainly um encouraged. Happily for baby Grace her Auntie Megan arrived the next day, was way scarier as a breast feeding proponent that the formula and the advice were thrown out with the dishwater. Medicine in the southeast of New Mexico is behind the times by about 40 years.
So anyway we had Auntie Megan and cousin Mila for about three whole days and she was wonderful and Mila held the baby and was the object of interest for the new big brother, Sam who was not in the least bit impressed with the new arrival, with the exception that it was in the way of time with Mommy. It was a sad sad day when they left.
Several days afterwards we made our way to Roswell and some miles past it to attend the rehearsal dinner and the next day the wedding of a close friend of Alison's. The new mother was a bridesmaid and I held the baby during the service (which should be a post of it's own - later, I'm still recovering) and Tim chased Sam around outside and that was that. I knew no one, not that that's ever stopped me, but during the reception/sit down dinner, I did sit with some people Alison worked with in Colorado on a dude ranch and I'd seen their behaviour* at Alison and Tims wedding so I knew I'd fit right in. And I did. Each 10 person table was provided two bottles of wine, one red and one white. Ours was gone before the salads arrived and in spite of impressive whining, no more vino was forthcoming. Bummer. Happily I have no shame and I begged a bottle from the table of some teetotaling wet blankets next to us and the party continued. What this also meant was that baby Grace was passed from guest to guest for the entirety of the eating process. score. Then we went home.
Whilst we were enjoying all these life changing events, Alison and Tim also had a house being built this whole time, and while it was meant to be done before my arrival, it was not. Therefore,the day after the wedding we moved in the new house. It is muy importante to experience major events all in a cluster. Baby, sister, wedding, move in all in 10 days or less. Nothing stressful or exhausting about any of that. But Sunday night we did sleep in the new house and it was good. I had to leave three days after the move, I needed the rest. So that was my trip to New Mexico. That and the dilemma of my phone which had a heart attack and died like the day after I arrived. I was bereft. Every time I go there, something happens to my phone. hmmm
I went to Lake Tahoe by myself a few weeks ago. I went by myself because all my friends ( both of them) are flakes. So I went alone. In case you may be thinking that I am mature and self reliant on my own, rest assured that none of that is the case here. I had pre-knowledge that some girl friends from long ago were in situ just a couple miles from the cabin where I had temporarily taken up residence. What this meant was we had a big time at the beach, on boats, at swishy bars and perfecting the art of polite conversation and pithy repartee. Yup. Awesome.
So that was my summer vacation. How was yours?
Adieu for now mon Amis,