We've been in Pennsylvania since Tuesday. We're traveling back home tomorrow, a little heavy hearted to say goodbye to my husband's family but relieved to stop digging through suitcases. I got my driver's license renewed while we were up here (whew, guilt-free driving again!) and met my newborn, perfectly scrumptious nephew. He was born the night we got here; holding him didn't remind me much of what it was like holding Carter ... sadly, I think that feeling is buried somewhere I won't be able to ever find it again. But he felt amazing. Small, warm and dripping with baby fever. Yep, I made sure Matt held him twice so he'd get it, too. I'm in love with our new nephew.
I can't report on how Carter did with the traveling, because I don't think we brought him. The little boy we've toted has behaved beyond a realm I knew he was capable of. He hugged, kissed and spoke politely to strangers. Beamed with smiles. Followed directions. Slept happily and eagerly in his pack & play. He was adorable, impressive, and I can't remember the last time I was this proud. I must have been doing something right all along. Now I just have to figure out what it was, and write a book about it.