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Omg. Am so peopled out. Am hiding in a dark bedroom with a napping baby because I just cannot talk to any more people, not right now, not at all, no.
Christmas was actually pretty great this year. This year it's Mr. E's parents' turn, so we're in New Jersey. They are very nice laid-back people who give good presents. I like them, I swear. But after nearly a solid week of being here, I am ready to go home. Home. HOME.
Not going home yet :(
It's okay, though. Baby is napping. Snow is falling outside. Tomorrow we are going to drive like 3 hours (round trip (I hope)) to see my brother and his girlfriend and my brand new niece, which I have extremely mixed feelings about but it is planned so we are going. I would be worried about the schedule but I have kind of maxed out on worry to the point that I have begun letting things go because I simply cannot worry any more. There is no more worry available. Will traffic be hellish? Who knows? Will the Junebug cry the whole way? Who knows? Will he be sick? Who knows? Will we be so late getting out the door that we spend less time there than we do in the car? Who knows? All I know is, we're going to give it a shot, and it'll be how it'll be, and then we'll go home soon.
Last night we left the Junebug with his grandparents and went into NYC to have drinks & dinner with E&Z, which was fun and wonderful. They took us to Amor y Amargo, which as the name suggests does all drinks based on a million different kinds of bitters. SO GOOD. I think we tried like 9 different drinks among all of us and could not come up with a bad one. Then there was New York style pizza as a treat for Mr. E who is on his holiday diet break and misses it always. And hanging out. And drunk tweeting! Because I am done nursing! The Junebug is a year and a half old, and there is no more nursing. My body is my own and I can keep it out late and poison it as I like!
Of course then this morning the Junebug woke up bitchy and threw hissy fits all morning. While I was not looking someone has replaced my angelic little baby with a toddler.
Christmas itself was great: good food, and the family showed truly virtuous restraint in presents for the Junebug. He got a few well-chosen things he's really been enjoying. They do beep/buzz/blink/blaaagh, but that is grandparent privilege. :P Also he got to see his six-year-old cousin, which was great because he's at the perfect age for her. I think in 6 months he will want to join in her games & she will find him annoying, but right now he just wants to watch her, fascinated, which makes him extremely valuable as an audience.
Gonna take the baby out to play in the snow when he wakes up. In his new Christmas snowsuit! Why are little kids so extra adorable in cold weather gear?
Christmas was actually pretty great this year. This year it's Mr. E's parents' turn, so we're in New Jersey. They are very nice laid-back people who give good presents. I like them, I swear. But after nearly a solid week of being here, I am ready to go home. Home. HOME.
Not going home yet :(
It's okay, though. Baby is napping. Snow is falling outside. Tomorrow we are going to drive like 3 hours (round trip (I hope)) to see my brother and his girlfriend and my brand new niece, which I have extremely mixed feelings about but it is planned so we are going. I would be worried about the schedule but I have kind of maxed out on worry to the point that I have begun letting things go because I simply cannot worry any more. There is no more worry available. Will traffic be hellish? Who knows? Will the Junebug cry the whole way? Who knows? Will he be sick? Who knows? Will we be so late getting out the door that we spend less time there than we do in the car? Who knows? All I know is, we're going to give it a shot, and it'll be how it'll be, and then we'll go home soon.
Last night we left the Junebug with his grandparents and went into NYC to have drinks & dinner with E&Z, which was fun and wonderful. They took us to Amor y Amargo, which as the name suggests does all drinks based on a million different kinds of bitters. SO GOOD. I think we tried like 9 different drinks among all of us and could not come up with a bad one. Then there was New York style pizza as a treat for Mr. E who is on his holiday diet break and misses it always. And hanging out. And drunk tweeting! Because I am done nursing! The Junebug is a year and a half old, and there is no more nursing. My body is my own and I can keep it out late and poison it as I like!
Of course then this morning the Junebug woke up bitchy and threw hissy fits all morning. While I was not looking someone has replaced my angelic little baby with a toddler.
Christmas itself was great: good food, and the family showed truly virtuous restraint in presents for the Junebug. He got a few well-chosen things he's really been enjoying. They do beep/buzz/blink/blaaagh, but that is grandparent privilege. :P Also he got to see his six-year-old cousin, which was great because he's at the perfect age for her. I think in 6 months he will want to join in her games & she will find him annoying, but right now he just wants to watch her, fascinated, which makes him extremely valuable as an audience.
Gonna take the baby out to play in the snow when he wakes up. In his new Christmas snowsuit! Why are little kids so extra adorable in cold weather gear?
