A few pictures from the view out our window after the snowpocalypse a few weeks ago. They’re my favorite pictures of the view out our window so far!

A little ditty about my adventures getting to Washington, because I have got to stop flying so often (overall, it’s just miserable):

I chose to fly out in the afternoon (3:08), which was a really good choice, but I wish I had done a mid-morning flight because by the time we landed, 6 hours later, he was exhausted, and we still had 2 1/2 hours of driving ahead of us before we made it to my parent’s house.

People were so incredibly helpful this trip, and a special thank you to the lady from New Zealand who helped me carry my bags on the first flight, and the wrestling coach who helped me entertain him all through the last one.

On the drive from Spokane to Royal he screamed for almost an hour. He was absolutely exhausted and could not understand why we wouldn’t release him from his chair and let him crawl around. This is why road trip sound completely unappealing right now.

After we made it home at 9:30 PST (so 11:30 Chicago time), T1 stayed up for 4 1/2 more hours. I tried to get him to go down multiple times, but he was having none of it. Finally at about 11:30 we watched an episode of Parenthood and then I put him down in his crib. Then he threw up two bottles worth of formula (I remember thinking that he had been eating an insane amount). I hauled him to the sink to strip him down and wash him off, and when I took off his diaper I realized he was in the middle of pooping. So I called out for help and my mom wiped his bum while I held him. She washed him while I ran around cleaning up his crib, gathering up yet another pair pajamas, and  throwing out the dirty diaper. I dressed him, put him down in the bed with me, and tried to sing him lullabies until he fell asleep. I thought he was sleeping, but when I heard a clapping noise (sleep clapping?) and I laughed, which woke him up and made him cry. I put him down in his crib with a bottle and he fell asleep, at the equivalent of 3 am Chicago time.

That was my day on Wednesday.

Actually after I wrote all of this out I realized that it’s both exhausting, miserable, and funny. Maybe I can get on that plane for Dallas with him next weekend after all.

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