Tristan’s grandma (my mom) is in town for the weekend. He’s taken well enough to her, but he is so very attached to us! We went to a park – Lakewood Park, I think – and she let Tristan wander around and explore, something we don’t often let him do anymore (I should make an effort to). We all went on the swings together and took pictures..

Later on, we put Tristan down for a nap and left his grandma in charge of making sure he didn’t teleport away from his crib, and then James and I went out shopping. Shopping and having lunch without a toddler is kind of nice, even when you forget to take advantage of this and go try on clothing while you’re at the mall. We got back to learn that poor Tristan had woken up from his nap with the Bloody Murder scream and she was sort of confounded as to how to deal with it – we forgot to mention his habit of waking up screaming at around 4:20 after going down for a 3:00 nap. They did not end up with him returning to the nap, so they had some peekaboo and other adventures and left us to our shopping.

As usual when we leave Tristan in someone else’s care, we have a ton of silly bad luck. This time, as we all regrouped, Tristan was lying on the chaise lounge. I noticed a large amount of liquid on his.. pants. Suddenly, he was soaking the chaise! His diaper had come loose. So we had a piss couch on top of the exceptionally fussy toddler on hand who missed half of his nap because he had gas pain, because we forgot to slip him the Mylicon. There are just too damn many things to remember in the care of Tristan. Or we suck at communicating them and remembering to do them ourselves. But in any event, one of our last possible remaining sleep surfaces has been urinated upon, so be aware if you feel the need to sleep in our home. (We advise against sleeping in our home unless you live here or are really good at not waking toddlers and being patient when said toddler decides to wake anyway and scream the Bloody Murder scream at 4:20 am instead of during his afternoon nap. That is a downside to the very concise floorplan we chose here.)

Tristan’s grandma put him in the bathtub (second bathroom, not the shower we normally use together) and splashed around with him for quite some time. He got fussy somewhere in there, but that’s no surprise – he’d managed to go more than two hours without food and drink. But before his fussing, they had lots of fun and many pictures were taken..

On Sunday, we all went to the Children’s Discovery Museum. My mom was thoroughly amazed with the intricacy of the place. James, Tristan, and I finally got to use the moving floor thingie as a family:

At a few other times, Tristan was observed doing something that resembled sitting quietly and playing. We were very confused:

Tristan took very well to his grandma. She also managed to not get him killed, which is a major requirement for getting to see him again. She spent a lot of time trying to stimulate him into talking and learning and doing all of the crazy shit that we’ve all been focusing on since the whole “maybe autism” thing. I’m sure he misses his play buddy – perhaps he will express that to us!