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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
This morning was not worth writing about. I worked while the rest of them went strolling somewhere in Austin. All I know is that they showed back up in the hotel room at 12:00 with McDonald's lunches for everyone except me. I had to go to the fridge and break out a Naked (healthy fruit sludge).
The girls headed to the hospital, leaving Nicholas and I alone. After reading a couple of books, he admitted he was tired and went off to sleep. In the early afternoon, my cell started buzzing. It was an Austin number, so I assumed it was the hospital or social worker. As it turns out, it was one of my colleagues and mentors from a few years ago (Oskar). It had been a few years since we had last seen him (where he had a great time hanging out with him and his wife at our friends Colby and Becky's wedding). Since then, he and his wife retired and moved to Austin. Somebody forwarded him the link to our site and he decided to call us. Oskar is one of my favorites. He is a man of few words, but everything he says is funny. So, tomorrow night, he and his wife are going to meet us at the hospital and visit the babies. At some point this week, they have invited us over for dinner, where Nicholas will have a great time swimming in their pool. We are all very excited to get together and catch up... Over at the hospital, Christy and Mamaw were informed that the morning bottle-feed session had gone well and they were going to do it again tonight. This means that Christy and I would get to do it. After their hospital visit, Christy and Mamaw stopped off somewhere to get a book. There must have been a long line at the book store, because they did not get home until 3:30 (they were kicked out of the NICU at 2:00). So Nicholas and I got some extra quality time together... WHen they finally did return, they took Nicholas down to the pool. Nicholas is smooth like his daddy. There were two young girls (ages 9 and 10) at the pool. Nicholas, wearing the world's worst bathing suit, still mustered up the confidence to swim over and strike up a conversation. Eye witnesses report that the following pick-up lines were used:
Our friends (and fellow Gladney adoptive parents) Holly and Michael recommended a restaurant. Ristorante Bellissimo used to be in Fairfax, Virginia and was one of their favorites. But several years ago, it had been relocated to Austin. We decided to check it out. When we went in, it was a very nice, upscale Italian place. We immediately asked if our two year old was welcome, and they said absolutely. High chair...no wine glass. We asked our waiter if this was indeed the ex-Fairfax establishment, and he quickly brought out the owner...who was another well-haired man who could replace me in family photos. We talked to him for a bit. He lived in Ashburn for several years and enjoyed reminiscing. The food was outstanding, from the salads to the entrees to the desserts. I had chicken in a gorgonzola sauce, and it was really, really good. Admittedly, I am going to like pretty much anything covered in that much cheese, but this had that gourmet quality to it. My plate was empty in about two minutes. We will likely go back, sans mother-in-law and child. Thanks to Holly and Michael for sending us there. And speaking of Holly and Michael....the night after Christy shared the news of possible twins with Holly (see June 4), they put in their application to Gladney for their second adoption. Today we received word that their initial application was accepted and they are beginning the paperwork-filling process now. There adoption web site can be found here Also thanks to Mike for the following clarification regarding yesterday's blog:
After dinner, Christy and I headed to the hospital. When we arrived, Christy gave James a bath and then gave him a bottle for the first time. She did a good job, although James seems to be in his father's mold and did not need much convincing to eat. A few minutes later, I gave Claire a bath (with the help of a kind nurse) and then fed her a bottle. Despite my skillful feeding techniques, I could not get her to finish. What she did not finish was administered to her through her nose. It was a fun night and the visiting hours just flew by. When we returned home, we were greeted by a traumatized Mamaw who told us that Nicholas 'dropped a friend off at the pool' during his night-time bath. This is only the second time in his bathing history that this has occurred. Mercifully, on both occassions, the friend has been a relatively solid one, which makes the removal of the friend a bit easier. I am not exactly sure what Nicholas is up to, but now that I think about it, there was another incident today. After they returned from the real pool, he was running around naked for a few minutes. I looked up from my work just in time to catch him peeing into Mr. Potato Head's birthday hat. I quickly snatched him up and took him to the bathroom where he finished the business properly. I explained to him that peeing into people's birthday hats may be satisfying, however it is not widely accepted in today's society. Maybe these are good signs for potty training. Who knows. |
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