Sunday, August 15, 2010

back to the bungalow

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Whew, I'm glad that is over! We survived our first road trip with the babe. Packed up the crib, and clothes, and baby clothes, and gear and hit the highway. It was a sunny day and I rode in the back next to Miriam, doing my best to make funny faces and rattle a toy or two. She was a champ and really slept most of the ride. Such a good girl. No heavy lifting for me. While I had held the babe and opened up the house, hubs and his dad unpacked the car. It felt kind of surreal walking in to see all of our stuff after almost 3 moths away. Everything just like we left it only with cobwebs in every corner. This week was spent cleaning up, organizing, and most importantly… setting up Miriam's room. There are now traces of baby in every room of the bungalow.

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I don't know how we would have done it all without Marilyn, my mother in law. She swooped in the day after we landed and went about cleaning, cooking and soothing Miriam. It was so much easier to unpack without a baby on my hip. Plus she made the most amazing blackberry cobbler recipe. We didn't want her to leave! I think Miriam sensed her departure, because she was not a happy baby the next few days. She looked at us like, "the pro is gone and I know you two have no idea what you're doing!" Maybe it was the move, but something had this child all in a tizzy. It was really rough so we just took turns trying anything we could come up with. I called cousin Lauren to commiserate a little and she did a bad, bad thing. She told me Charlie has been sleeping from 10 to 5. Umm… scuma? Isn't he three weeks younger than Miriam? I almost hung up on her.

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Since our first go round went so well we decided to push our luck and make another road trip south. This time to see hubs' grammy & paw-paw in Atlanta. They are some of the sweetest people I've ever met. Lots of oohing and ahhing over Miriam and a yummy lunch together. Unfortunately, we hit hotlanta traffic on our way home that nigh which made it a long one. The baby screamed for the last half hour, so we just put down the windows and turned up the tunes. Seriously. And a small miracle happened that evening. She slept for 7 hours straight. I reckon after three days of crying, she had finally worn herself out. We actually woke up a couple times just to make sure she was breathing! It may never happen again, but I am praying awfully hard for it!

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