So, here we are almost halfway through January, and I have yet to post ANYTHING this year.
Good thing my New Year’s resolution wasn’t to blog more, because obviously that would be a failure. I’d have more success losing weight.
OK, maybe not.
Here’s a picture-filled recap of the last few weeks.
After we opened Maggie’s presents on Christmas morning, we kept an anxious eye on the weather. We were supposed to be driving back to The Sticks to see my family but there was a big ice storm coming through PA and we didn’t want to get caught in it. If it would have been just me and Mike, we probably wouldn’t have thought twice about it, hopped in the car, and gone on our merry way. But with Maggie on board, I imagined brutal car accidents, or being stranded for days on end halfway between my house and The Sticks. With that in mind, I packed the car full of bottled water, Maggie’s snowsuit, a million blankets, a bag containing way more formula and diapers than we could possibly need, and extra layers of clothes for Mike and I, along with gloves and hats and scarves.
After consulting NOAA, we decided we had a short window of opportunity, so we piled into the car and were on our way. There was just a light drizzle at our house, but as we climbed into the mountains, that drizzle became a snowy icy mix. Ugh. I’m a real control freak about driving and like to always be the one in control, but I “allowed” Mike to drive (it was Christmas, after all, so I wanted to avoid a fight) and sat in the back seat with Maggie. I had a 4 hour panic attack the whole way there, clutching onto Maggie’s car seat, yelling “suggestions” to Mike on how to handle the bad conditions (he loved that), and refusing to blink because I might miss seeing the car in front of us careening out of control.
We made it there safe and sound, and thankfully the weather in The Sticks was manageable and much less treacherous. We spent the long weekend running around, back and forth from my grandparent’s house to my Dad’s house, into town to get fitted for my dress for my brother’s wedding this summer, and visiting friends.
Maggie was an absolute dream. She had her fussy moments, but she adapted well to being passed around, sleeping in a strange room, and being in and out of the car more times than we could count. She was worn out by the time we got in the car to come home on Sunday, and slept the entire ride. The weather had cleared up by then, so we had an uneventful trip home.
Mike had off work the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I, however, had to work Monday through Thursday. So on Monday morning, I was off to work while Mike and Maggie hung out all day. After I got home we did a quick cleanup of the house and threw some laundry in . . . .
. . . .because on Tuesday, Mike’s brother, his wife, and our niece and nephew arrived to stay with us for the week!
This was the first time they got to meet Maggie and it was so cute to see the kids with her.
The rest of Mike’s family came over on New Year’s Day for dinner and to exchange Christmas gifts.
At one point, both Maggie and I were really tired, so we had some quiet time together on the couch.
But then the next day Mike’s brother’s family had to head home, so we said our goodbyes. Our nephew had picked up on Mike and I calling Maggie “Magpie”, and when he said goodbye to her before heading for home, he gently touched her arm and said “Goodbye Maggiepie.” It was so sweet! I just wished we lived closer to them so that we could see them more often.
You would think all of the chaos would end there, but it didn’t. Next up was Maggie’s baptism, which was during the 5:00 Mass last Saturday. I had a million errands to run during the week leading up to the baptism, but we got snow almost every day around 5:00PM and then overnight, so my 8 mile commute to and from work sometimes turned into an hour (one way) and I gave up on the errands and concentrated on making it home to spend what little time I could with Maggie before bedtime. So on the morning of her baptism day, I left the house around 8:30 and didn’t make it back until around noon. My brother and his fiancée had made it there in the meantime, and my Dad and his fiancée arrived a little while later.
We left the house around 4:30 and met Mike’s family at the church. I was a little nervous about Maggie making it through the entire Mass. I envisioned a major uncontrollable meltdown, the kind where nothing would calm her. Our church is HUGE and the Saturday evening Mass is packed. Any other time, I could just leave with her, but since she was the center of attention (and we were in the front row), I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. I didn’t need to worry. She squawked a few times during Mass, but no one minded and the priest even made a comment about how excited she was. She was an absolute angel during the actual baptism. She was shocked by the cold, and jerked her hands up over her head all three times, but didn’t cry. It was a beautiful baptism, and the congratulations from the congregation afterwards were overwhelming.
Afterwards, we all went back to our house for dinner. It’s rare that my family and Mike’s are all in the same room together. In fact, I can’t even think of a time when it was just all of us. They’re all at the benefit we have each year, but being in a crowded bar isn’t the same. It was so nice for all of us to just hang out and relax.
On Monday, I took a half day of vacation to Maggie’s 4 month appointment. She now weighs 16 lbs 10oz; still in the 95th percentile, which is where she was at birth. She’s 26 1/2 inches long. The problem with her soft spot closing early seems to no longer be a problem, and everything else checked out OK. We were smart this time with her shots and gave her Ty.len.ol as soon as we got home instead of waiting until the fever (and the screaming) started, like last time. She wasn’t fazed at all and was her normal happy self all evening.
And, now we’re back to “normal”. No trips planned, no visitors, no running around like crazy. Work has been hectic lately, so sometimes it’s a struggle to get out the door at 5:00 or shortly thereafter, but I’m slowly coming to accept that I only have an hour or so with her in the evening during the week and try to make the most of it.
Cloth diapering is going really well. Not nearly as gross as I had imagined it to be, and I’ve gotten into a rhythm of washing them every other night and doing other laundry on the nights in between. There was a little bit of trial and error when it came to figuring out how many inserts to use to make sure she didn’t wet through, but we were able to make it work. I was mostly concerned about what would happen overnight, since she’s in the same diaper for 12 hours, but those diapers are so amazing that it wasn’t an issue. She’s (thankfully) still sleeping like a champ. There have even been a few nights where she woke up every hours and soothed herself back to sleep and we didn’t even have to go in once to put her pacifier in!
So, that’s what has been going on in our lives lately. Hopefully I’ll be able to blog a little more consistently over the next few weeks instead of doing such a massive catch-up post!