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Tummy time for Tomo |
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The many faces of Tomo |
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Tommy's mom gave him these cute sandals. I bought this onesie at Versailles. |
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Me, Tomo, and Allie at King Dough pizza place |
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This is the toy I fixed. I rigged a way for Allie and Tommy to raise the foot part so Tomo's feet can reach and he can make music. |
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After pizza, Allie, Tomo, and I walked through this beautiful neighborhood of the most quaint homes. |
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This one was probably my favorite. It was set way back on a lot. So adorable. |
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French onesie |
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Walks. Walks. |
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Zoom in and look at Tomo's eyes, watching his cute mom. |
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Swaddle that keeps him cozy for naps. |
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Post walk cuddles. |
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Checking out the blanket that my TA Kourtney finished for me. She serged the edges to make a nice finish. |
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Bath time. |
Al and Tommy needed some help with daycare and I planned to go visit anyway, so I went to their place on Monday and flew home on Saturday. The direct flight on Delta from Salt Lake City arrives in Indy around 10:30 pm. It was hot and humid when I arrived. I needed to catch an Uber and it took forever to connect with my driver. Now I know better how to navigate ride share pickup at that airport.
Tomo is so sweet. He's filling out and is so much more alert. He is really strong and holds his head up. I just love him. On Tuesday, Allie and Tommy went to work/school. They'd be home around 1:00 pm. Tomo didn't wake up until just after 11:00 am. I fed him a bottle, took him on a walk, and fed him again. Then Allie came home. He got a bit fussy, but it was ok. Due to weather, Allie didn't have her flight lesson, so we got the afternoon and evening together. Allie is such a great cook. She made delicious tacos and elote dip.
Wednesday was a LONG day. Again, Allie and Tomo left and I waited for Tomo to wake up. He woke up around 8:30, so that made for a longer day. I fed him, went on a walk, fed him again, got him to nap, etc. Tommy and Allie came home, but Allie had to leave to go to a flight lesson from 4:30 - 6:30. Tomo is a cutie, but I forgot how fussy babies can be. Sometimes he's fed, has had a nap, has a clean diaper, went on his daily walk that he loves, and he can still be cranky. I hate to hear the blood-curdling screams. Allie is so patient with it. She doesn't get ruffled. I can't believe it. She's such a great mom.
Well, when Allie should have gotten back, she texted to let us know that she was stuck at an airport with a plane with the equivalent of a "check engine" light. It took time for some people from the flight school to get to Allie and her instructor and to check the plane. In the end, they were able to fly the plane back. Allie didn't get home until 10 pm. Tommy and I really bonded over watching Tomo. We tag-teamed taking care of him, comforting him, etc. It was a rough day, but we had fun together. Tommy would watch Tomo and I would get some work done, then I'd take over and Tommy would study or play video games or whatever. It was definitely a memorable day. That cutie boy. When Allie walked in the door, I handed Tomo to her and told her "Tommy and I decided that he's yours now." We laughed about it.
Tomo was much better and more himself on Thursday. After his morning bottle, we took a walk. He falls asleep on his walk, and continues to sleep. Then he eats again, stays awake a bit, and goes to sleep. He sleeps like a champ in his swaddle suit. He loves to have his hands up and the swaddle allows him to do that. He takes naps in a basinet in the living room, which makes it easy to keep an eye on him and still get stuff done. I got some reading done, wrote letters of recommendation, and did some prep work for the upcoming academic year. Tomo really likes to be outside, so I bought them some patio furniture for their front porch. I think Tomo will like sitting out there.
Mom had a health setback on Thursday, which really threw me into an anxiety attack. Jenny and Debbie took care of everything, but I think the thought of what I have to do when I get back. I've heard people talk about the challenges of being in a sandwich generation, but it's real for me. I've got mom 2 miles from me. I've also got concerns for how much work Allie is trying to do now. Allie helped me manage my anxiety and realize there is no reason to worry about things that haven't happened yet. Mom's been having trouble with her eyes, and she has determined that her best option is to seek care in Ogden, at Scott's office. That's over an hour away! It seems daunting, but Jenny and Debbie have offered to take care of all the logistics. I really appreciate it. Derek also weighed in on some family matters, and made some accusations about mom and dad's finances and their reverse mortgage. It was very difficult. Allie reminded me that it's been a long summer of caring for mom (arranging an airbnb for Andrew's wedding, accompanying her to Denver for Connor's wedding, taking her to dr. appointments, etc.). It's a lot!
Allie doesn't have work or flight lessons on Fridays, so we had a fun day together. We took Tomo on a walk and went to a delicious bagel place for breakfast. We walked further downtown to a food district. There was seating, where Allie was able to feed Tomo. We stopped in a couple of shops and headed home. Allie and Tommy live just a couple of miles from downtown. You just have to get on the Monon Trail. I cleaned the kitchen and downstairs bathroom. I fixed a little bouncy musical toy so Tomo's feet could reach and make noise. Allie and I took Tomo and met her friend Maggie for pizza. We had a great time. Maggie is only 20 and is already a flight instructor. She's a hard worker. It's fun that she and Allie have each other.
Allie is such a good mom. It's so cute to see her interact with Tomo, to read to him, to talk to him, to play with him, and to introduce him to "The Sound of Music." I love Allie so much and am so proud of what she's accomplishing. She works part-time at a high school as a career counselor, then she takes flight lessons. She takes care of a big, old home. She cares for her little "son, moon, and stars." I just love her.
I left on Saturday morning. Delta has an 8:00 am flight that gets me back to SLC around 9:15 am. It was an uneventful flight. I was able to help the crew help a lady that spoke only Spanish. The older I get, the more I realize it's kinda crazy that I have kept my Spanish all these years. Many people forget their mission language within a few years of getting home.