I'm back in business, everyone. I just got home late last night from visiting my family in Washington state (I realize it was kind of ambiguous as to where I went and why. Sorry.). Luckily the flight went well with Ian--he probably would have slept for the whole length of the flight from Seattle to D.C. if I would've let him, but I woke him up three and a half hours in to feed him. On the flight out there he slept for two hours and then bounced on my lap and pulled my hair for the remainder of the time. He didn't cry, though, and I was thankful.
Highlights from the trip:
1. Helping Austa get ready for Prom! Way fun, and the time was well worth it. Her eyebrows look way better plucked.
2. Playing the goon and taking pictures of Austa and her date before they left.
3. Eating my mom's cooking.
4. Getting food poisoning from Panda Express. As my friend Mariana put it, of course I got food poisoning from Chinese fast food. What did I expect?
5. Getting fabric to make a table runner and place mats, and to recover our dining room table chairs.
6. Seeing the wildflowers.
7. Standing outside and only hearing birds and the wind.
8. Learning about the "real world" from a brother who still lives at home--at the age of 27. Apparently the "real world" involves a lot of scavenging for food in your parent's well-stocked kitchen, while avoiding doing any actual "cooking".
9. Watching the above-mentioned brother put a whole boiled egg in the microwave and then be surprised when it exploded all over the kitchen.
10. Teaching my little sisters the true meaning of a messy diaper.
11. Getting my hair cut. Ian probably would've pulled it for the whole return trip, too. Probably the only reason he slept for so long is because there wasn't anything fun to do anymore.
All in all, a great two weeks.
3 comments:
He he he. This was a funny post. Your comment made me laugh. Me, pointers for getting a baby to sleep? Oh no, my friend, Andrew is his own man. I have NO control over what he does. He doesn't cry in his crib because Monkey is there. If Monkey or Daddy is present, crying is rare. If it's Mom, scream your guts out. Go ahead. But thirty minutes of crying isn't too bad. My only trick is using my iPod as a sound barrier. How awful...
Sounds like an awesome trip. You learned important life lessons. Where are my earrings?
you are soooo hilarious, Haley- the eyebrow comment was so exagerated!
ps- i haven't plucked for two weeks
mwahahahaha!
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