This is the view from our living-room window. The skies are still pretty gray, but it's beautiful nonetheless.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The View
This is the view from our living-room window. The skies are still pretty gray, but it's beautiful nonetheless.
East Coast Apocalypse
When we were planning this trip, I agonized, truly agonized over whether to bring the baby with us. I brought my oldest when he was 18 months old and it was a NIGHTMARE. He never slept, couldn't adjust to the time change, was a disaster during dinners out, etc. In short, a totally normal toddler.
After much discussion with the Hubs, we decided to leave the baby at home. She's crawling and never wants to be still, always on the move. The idea of strapping her into a car seat on the plane (or worse, holding her) for 4.5 hours, plus an hour each way to the airport, seemed crazy. So we left her at home with the babysitter who comes a few days a week to help out, and who has been with our family for six years.
Poor Patricia called last night to let me know the house had no power because of the c-r-a-z-y Nor'easter yesterday. And that a tree was down in our driveway, which meant she couldn't even leave to take the baby to her house (which did have power) because the tree blocked the car in the garage.
This morning, Patriciar's husband was able to walk through the backyard to my in-laws' house and borrow their Jeep (which has a car seat) to rescue Patricia and the baby.
Holy moly. How's that for maternal guilt? I leave my baby at home and this is what happens.
Things here are good, my older son LOVES skiing and the younger guy could go either way. Lots of snow yesterday but things look a little clearer today.
Confession: The Cadbury Creme Egg? Gone.
After much discussion with the Hubs, we decided to leave the baby at home. She's crawling and never wants to be still, always on the move. The idea of strapping her into a car seat on the plane (or worse, holding her) for 4.5 hours, plus an hour each way to the airport, seemed crazy. So we left her at home with the babysitter who comes a few days a week to help out, and who has been with our family for six years.
Poor Patricia called last night to let me know the house had no power because of the c-r-a-z-y Nor'easter yesterday. And that a tree was down in our driveway, which meant she couldn't even leave to take the baby to her house (which did have power) because the tree blocked the car in the garage.
This morning, Patriciar's husband was able to walk through the backyard to my in-laws' house and borrow their Jeep (which has a car seat) to rescue Patricia and the baby.
Holy moly. How's that for maternal guilt? I leave my baby at home and this is what happens.
Things here are good, my older son LOVES skiing and the younger guy could go either way. Lots of snow yesterday but things look a little clearer today.
Confession: The Cadbury Creme Egg? Gone.
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