We're back from our Thanksgiving trek! And we survived, despite the fact that Julia didn't sleep one wink the entire round-trip drive. Not that we expected her to; after all, we know our child. But people, six-plus hours (each way!) is a loooooong time to be in a car without sleeping, particularly if you are ONLY TWO YEARS OLD! That said, she did great. Most of the drive, she sat in her carseat "reading" books to herself. Propping one after another in her lap, peering downward intently at the pictures, flipping each page, sometimes reciting out loud the text she knows by heart (especially the entire text of the lovely and gorgeous board book, "Baby Born"). People, it was like being on a road trip with a grade-schooler. And believe me, I'm NOT complaining when I say that!
As for Genevieve, she fared better on the way home (when she slept literally the entire time except for when we stopped for lunch and she woke up to nurse and get her diaper changed) than on the way up (when she slept, yes, but also screamed, fussed, and demanded a bottle of pumped milk to be fed to her by her daddy from the front seat when she just couldn't wait the extra half-hour to the next major stop). You're impressed by that sleeping-the-whole-way-home trick, are you? Well, allow me to point out that the reason the baby was so sleepy, and thus so easy, on the drive home, was that she spent the previous night crying pretty much non-stop from 11 p.m. to 2 a.m. Sigh.
Anyway, our holiday was great, filled as it was with the cacophony of seven cousins ages 3 months to 12 years, great weather (63 degrees on Wednesday!), tons of food (you really can't go wrong with five kinds of dessert, you know?), and, amidst all the activity, enough downtime to even read a few magazines and grab a decaf latte from the local coffeehouse.
Right now, though, I'm dead tired, and it's a busy week for this mama and her girls. We've got baby school, playgroup, AND Julia's first tumbling class this week. I've been doing laundry, cleaning house, sorting mail, and catching up on e-mail all evening, and it's way past my bedtime. Plus, Genna's been nursing like a fiend again lately, chubbalicious sweetheart that she is, which means she'll be interrupting my sleep all too soon. Goodnight!