Home at last

It is good to be home. Really, really good.

I'm not going to have photo updates for a little while because of a hard drive problem but I promise there will be many when I'm back up and running.

Turtle was a true gem this weekend. With all the new people, the new environment, the long drive, etc., it really could have gone either way. And with the new gas problem he's been having, he really could have been "challenging." But he was an angel (at least in front of everyone). Everyone commented on how well behaved he was and how calm I am for a first-time mother. That meant a lot to me.

Basically, it was a family weekend, in every sense of the word. There was gossip, talking behind each other's backs, drama, the whole nine yards. I tried to ignore as much as I could. I had my own things to focus on and it wasn't worth it to get involved. Plus, I just tend to get angry with everyone, so I bit my tongue and let it be.

Dad had a great time. The party was super nice. It was in the clubhouse of his community and was a little reminiscent of a gymnasium dance, but that's ok. D had it catered and had a singer/keyboard player and all their friends were dancing and having a grand ol' time. We gave him bowling stuff: shoes, a ball, a bag and a vintage custom bowling shirt with the name of his team on the back. It was great.

It took a long time to get home on Monday. We left much later than I would have liked, and DH wanted to stop at the cemetary to visit his mom. Turtle was a mess the whole way home. I know DH wanted to spend more time at the gravesite, but I couldn't calm Turtle and it was hot without any shade for him, so he had to be quick. Also, we lost GPS signal in the middle of some podunk hick town somewhere and for about 30 minutes, I was pretty convinced that we were going to die in the midst of a cornfield. Since I am typing this, you can rest assured that we survived.

However, the good news on Monday is that Turtle finally got to sleep in his crib. He's been in a pack-n-play in our room, but he's getting too heavy for the bassinet setting, and I was getting concerned that the mattress was going to buckle in the middle of the night. When we finally got home and got the pugs, DH and I attempted to move the crib into our room. Of course, it was too big to fit through the nursery door so we had to take the front off AND remove the door. Fantastic. It was worth it in the end when we settled him in it. He gave us a big smile, wriggled around a second and went right to sleep. He's spent two nights in there and he's doing wonderfully.

Today, the pediatrician put him on soy formula. We're also using the fennel tea again because it seems to help relax him and hopefully, things will start moving along nicely again. I feel so badly - on Monday night he was screaming so badly that I just burst inito tears. DH found us both crying and useless and had to totally take over. Oh, well. I guess it happens.

In a few minutes, I'm going to hop in the shower, so I can go to the movies. DH is going to babysit, and it will be nice to get away.