Monday, June 15, 2015

The help

Back in November, Andrew was invited to apply to The Institute for Qualitative and Multi-Method Research held at The Maxwell School of Syracuse University, so he did. In December he was accepted, which was a good but slightly panic-inducing thing.

Attending the two-week workshop is a privilege and honour but we had  a baby due on June 2 so having Andrew take off for two weeks in June sounded like a terrible idea to me. Before he accepted his slot we talked to his mom and begged her to fly out to stay with us while he was gone (it really didn't take that much convincing).

On Sunday afternoon we said goodbye to Daddy...

...and let Grandma take over the role of shielding the children from the brunt of postpartum Mommy's emotions (that lady can be a tad irrational so it's nice to have a rational adult around). We're all excited to have her here.

I made dinner on Sunday night. It was nothing fancy, just peas, rice, and pre-prepared pot stickers.

I put the pot stickers in the frying pan, had Rachel (my lovely assistant) measure a cup of rice into the rice cooker, added water to the rice, and put some frozen peas in a bowl. By this time Zoë was voicing her disappointment that I hadn't immediately dropped everything to feed her so I dropped everything and fed her.

Rachel and Grandma kept an eye on the stove.

When I finished feeding Zoë I brought everything to the table. I pulled the lid off the rice cooker and found...very wet rice. I had forgotten to turn the rice cooker on! We slowly picked at our peas and pot stickers while we waited for the rice to cook.

My brain is on a red light.

And that's why we need Grandma!

1 comment:

  1. The brain is on a red light story: I am pretty sure this happened when Patrick was about five years old, because I am pretty sure that it was soon after Josie was born, and our family was in the van (which we got around the same time) driving to Belcarra, when out of the blue he announced, "Mommy, I know why you forget everything!" And I said "Why is that, Patrick?" And he said, "Because your brain is on a red light!" He said this in a way that suggested he had been trying to figure out HOW his mother had become so STUPID and BOOM!!! The traffic lights along our way helped him to understand! BRAINS were like traffic lights! If he waited long enough, his mom's brain would be on a green light again! So ever since then, in our family, we talk about brains being on red lights when our cognitive processes are less than stellar!