Long time, no see, lovely readers! We have been busy busy busy over here. We returned late Tuesday night from our first ever vacay as a family of three and I’ve spent the past two days recovering and unpacking. We had so much fun. Like way more fun than I thought we would. I don’t know what I was expecting. I guess I was so busy thinking about the logistics of traveling A) right after a hurricane and B) with a little bitty baby that I didn’t even consider what the trip itself might be like. In short, it was much easier than I expected and we had a blast.
The purpose of our trip was to attend Nick’s cousin’s wedding in Connecticut. Vinnie is his only first cousin on his dad’s side and Nick was a groomsman. Nick’s been telling Jack for weeks about all the relatives he was going to meet, and he was right. So many people came that we hadn’t seen in years (and lots and lots of people I was meeting for the first time). I was more than a little flattered at how many of them said they’d read my blog! I couldn’t believe it. I don’t even know what to say except that I’m surprised and flattered. I wish I’d been able to talk to some of them more, everyone was so nice!
Jack was an awesome little traveler. It seems he finds the sounds and movements of planes, trains, and automobiles rather soothing as he napped right through almost every one of those experiences. I’d read online that a big reason why babies cry on planes is that they don’t know how to adjust their ears to the pressure, so I just nursed or encouraged him to suck on the pacifier whenever we were landing and taking off and he did great. Folks came up to us after every flight and commented on how “good” he was. Of course if he’d cried it wouldn’t have been the end of the world and it wouldn’t mean he’s “bad”, but it was nice not to have the added stress of a distressed baby and resentful passengers.
The wedding was a blast. My family is very WASP-y so to experience this wedding full of Greeks and Puerto Ricans and Brazilians felt quite exotic. The ceremony was held in the Greek Orthodox Church, which was beautiful. I was SHOCKED that Jack slept through the whole reception. It was late by the time it started and I thought for sure we’d have to leave as soon as dinner was over to get him to bed, but he snoozed in our arms despite the loud music.
Here’s the world’s worst cell phone picture of him sleeping on Nick’s lap during dinner. Update: I just realized I took a picture with my camera. Can you see that he’s wearing a little tuxedo onesie with a little baby bowtie? Adorbs.
We have some friends and family in NYC (all on Nick’s side; I am not nearly that fancy), and since we were staying with Nick’s aunt and Abuela about 50 miles away in southern Connecticut we decided to take the train in to visit. We spent two long days down there, coming back after midnight both nights, but once again Jack seemed unfazed by our shenanigans. He went all around the city in the Baby Bjorn, even sticking to his regular 8:30 bedtime as festivities carried on around him.
Here he is with Nick’s Aunt Holly in Bryant Park.
We got really good at public nursing and diaper changes–I feel like I can take him anywhere now! We didn’t really plan to have him out so much but it just sort of happened and as long as he seemed to be doing well we saw no reason to take him home. Of course, the decision of how much to bring your young baby out into the world is a personal one that will probably be different for every family, but we’re pretty laid back and things are working out well for us so far. In fact, Jack’s doing better than I did–I caught a cold and lost my voice, while he hasn’t had so much as a sniffle! He must take after Nick, who hardly ever gets sick.
I think maybe my favorite part of the whole trip is that we got our first ever family picture. Nick’s dad snapped this one right before we all started getting dressed for the wedding.
I’m totally going to frame it. As much fun as we had, I think we’re all glad to be back home. On our return flight we were supposed to have an hour layover in Chicago–just enough time to change Jack’s diaper and grab something to eat–but our flight out of New York got delayed by an hour so we were literally racing through an airport neither of us had ever been to before to be the last people on the plane just before they shut the cabin door. We’d checked one big bag full of all our clothes and Jack’s pack n play and, let me tell you, I have never been so relieved to see my luggage appear on the baggage claim carousel. My wardrobe is pretty limited right now and I was so worried that every piece of clothing that fits would be stranded in Chicago. By the time we finally got home after midnight on Tuesday we were exhausted. I still haven’t unpacked all the way. Luckily this weekend we’ll be taking it pretty easy, save for taking Jack to his first ever LSU game! I think Nick is so excited he could die. The way I’m feeling I might just sleep through the whole thing, haha.