My day with Baby Bird:
0830: Baby Bird dropped off. Eldest gave instructions: what she brought, what cries mean, and left the car seat at my request.
0900: Feed her.
1015: Eldest calls to check in. I let her know everything is fine. I resist the urge to tell her, we're shooting herion in the living room.
1035: Grilltech calls to check in. Tell him, we're watching cheesy Sci-Fi.
1118: Uggy comes out and checks out Baby Bird. Not sure what to think.
1130: Feed and change Baby Bird. Uggy isn't happy there is a strange growth on her Mommy.
1150: Go to the LYS. Baby is held and petted, almost as much as yarn. She sneezes, I tell them, she must be allergic to wool. I'm glared at.
1300: Baby Bird starts fussing, because she's hungry. I have to run home, because I thought the diaper bag had more then one bottle. I was wrong. The foster grandma's watch her while I go, pick up the bottle. Yes, it's been more then sixteen years since I've had to do the baby thing. I'm going to make mistakes.
1500: Come home. Grilltech is prepping the BBQ for tonight's slow cook: two pork butts, a small brisket, and two fatties.
1530: Eldest calls to see how things are going. Not sure when they'll be finishing up, but I should let Baby Bird lay on her tummy so she can practice holding her head up.
1600: Eldest comes over and Baby Bird wakes up and starts fussing, because I'm the meanest Grandma in the world who never feeds her.
1630: I realize, I didn't get any pictures. I'm a bad Grandma.
The rest of the day:
1700: We go out to dinner before shopping.
1900: Grilltech starts the fire and I pull out the meat.
2000: The grill is loaded and long wait begins.
2300: Grilltech is out tending the fire when he overhears the neighbor stating she can smell smoke and maybe there is a porch fire some place close. He goes over and lets her know he's smoking.
0100: We go to bed for a few hours.
0500: The alarm goes off and Grilltech gets up to tend the fire. I look at the time and freak out, because I missed the 0300 alarm.