We're baaa-ack
We made it home from Indianapolis yesterday in one fell, twelve-hour swoop. Both to and from, Isaac was an angel, due mostly to the constant droning of the Wiggles or the Little Einsteins from our spankin' new portable DVD player. Dada, who initially had his doubts about the necessity of forking over the $200 we ended up spending on player + FM broadcaster + back-of-seat sling, recanted all such misgivings about 20 minutes into the trip as Isaac sat peacefully in his car seat. I'm sure we've subtracted a significant number of IQ points from our young man with all that TV-watching, but I think we've also saved Dada and I from going gray early. Dada and I actually got to talk to each other uninterrupted for most of the drive, almost like a date. Can you even imagine?
Christmas vacation was nice. Of course it was hectic, and we probably put 3000 miles on the car with all the driving around we did, but it was wonderful to see everyone and for them to get some face-time with Isaac. It was also nice to have a few extra pairs of eyes and arms to watch the young one so I could do my share of laying on the couch, and so Dada and I could go out to not just one but TWO dinners all by ourselves. We met up with old buddies and showed them our little buddy. We made an additional drive to Missouri to see Isaac's great-grandparents. In total, we had FOUR Christmases, of which the photoblog diarrhea will begin shortly and in chronological order. Because Isaac has adopted a 10:30 bedtime temporarily, I will not be posting all Christmas pictures tonight, but perhaps over the next few nights, like a serial novel. All the better to generate suspense. Did he get 50 gazillion Thomas the Trains, or was he naughty and got only coal? Soon, soon you will know all.
We had initially planned to stay away until late next week, but we were brought back early by a suddenly scheduled and highly necessary meeting of Dada's. In truth, I think we're all glad to be back in our little shanty, sleeping in our own beds. We even got together with some buds tonight for pizza. Now, if we could just figure out where all this new stuff is supposed to go...
Christmas vacation was nice. Of course it was hectic, and we probably put 3000 miles on the car with all the driving around we did, but it was wonderful to see everyone and for them to get some face-time with Isaac. It was also nice to have a few extra pairs of eyes and arms to watch the young one so I could do my share of laying on the couch, and so Dada and I could go out to not just one but TWO dinners all by ourselves. We met up with old buddies and showed them our little buddy. We made an additional drive to Missouri to see Isaac's great-grandparents. In total, we had FOUR Christmases, of which the photoblog diarrhea will begin shortly and in chronological order. Because Isaac has adopted a 10:30 bedtime temporarily, I will not be posting all Christmas pictures tonight, but perhaps over the next few nights, like a serial novel. All the better to generate suspense. Did he get 50 gazillion Thomas the Trains, or was he naughty and got only coal? Soon, soon you will know all.
We had initially planned to stay away until late next week, but we were brought back early by a suddenly scheduled and highly necessary meeting of Dada's. In truth, I think we're all glad to be back in our little shanty, sleeping in our own beds. We even got together with some buds tonight for pizza. Now, if we could just figure out where all this new stuff is supposed to go...
posted by Claire at 8:38 PM
3 Comments:
Ha! Thanks, Jane. I also can't wait to get back into my blog-stalking routine and hearing all about the daily adventures of your Connor.
glad you had a wonderful christmas. . .and we too LOVE LOVE LOVE the portable DVD player. . .it makes travel with small kiddos sooo AWESOME. . .
Looks like you all had a blast. And the boy certainly made out with all the loot!! Good luck finding a home for all of it. I'm still struggling to find places for all of Mo's new stuff!
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