A Great Weekend

I mentioned in my previous post that my hormones have been a giant roller coaster so when my Mom left Friday to go home for the weekend it came as no surprise to me that when the moment she walked out of the door crocodile tears flooded my face. The anxiety of being here alone with the baby (husband was still at work) for the remainder of the afternoon was terrifying. But, the clouds of darkness lifted up when my husband asked if we could drive south to visit family this weekend. His mother spent the first few weeks of the baby's life in ICU. She was cleared to go home and anxious to meet her first grandchild. As nervous as I was to take a two week old on a two hour car ride, I was grateful to see his mom and get out of our house.

I packed and packed and packed some more (we left the house with 4 bags) and early Saturday morning we took the peanut on her first road trip. The minute I saw the 'Welcome' sign, it was like the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. Despite the lack of sleep, I couldn't even nap. I was so excited to be around family. Don't get me wrong, we have great friends up here that are like family to us, but nothing compares to being at my grandma's where the voice volume is comparable to a rock concert or hanging out at the husband's house with his parents and brother just chatting.

The husband and I even got some alone time last night. We left the peanut with my mom and made a trip to the local carnival for a funnel cake. Classy first date out, I know.

I was sad to leave today but there's always next time. It's nice to go home and home will always be where our family is...

On another note, the dog ripped into the peanut's can of formula and devoured the powder. $95 later ($65 for a consultation with the animal poison control center and a new can of formula)  and I'm still mad at the dog. At least he's preparing us for toddlerhood.