Welcome Home!
We're home! After a month at mom and daddy's house, we have made it safely home. Not without the required amount of mama-drama though:
As hubby and daddy were loading up the car and moving cars around in the drive way, my precious car took a wound to the driver's side fender that involved a big crunch from the bumper of an (uninjured) f-150...booo hoooo!
So we decide we have to drive it home, and after much evaluation, hubby and daddy decide that the car is road worthy and we have nothing to worry about. Do you THINK that possibly stopped me from worrying? In the first 30 miles of the journey home, I must have mentioned to steve (20 times) that we could
- a. not afford an accident right now,
- b. the medical care in that part of the country was sub-par (and i knew it first hand) and
- c. OUR PRECIOUS BABY IS IN THE FREAKING BACK SEAT!
After that amount of time though I finally unclenched and decided to relax by speaking non-stop for another 90 or so miles about crap that no one on earth cares about. (How far did I walk to class in college? NO ONE, INCLUDING YOUR HUSBAND CARES BITCH!) Then, it started to get sorta rainy and sleety out. Yay! New stuff to worry about! Then it went from a little sleety to down right icey. And then it went to scary-icey. And then we were like the minority by NOT being in the ditch! weeeee! The last 75 miles though was like totally nerve wrenching. Baby: screaming, Mama: biting nails and recalling broken-leg memories, Hubby: trying not to throw the car in the ditch to end all the tension and screaming.
We arrived safely. Just in time to be iced in the house for three days. (And do you think I have gotten around to unpacking yet? no. ha! you are so funny.)
Enough of this crap already, here are your pictures! yay!
Sophie will now officially smile at you when you smile at her first! (and sometimes when you do nothing at all and she has gas!)
Her aunt leesie named this the Vibration Station. We think she has little tiny baby-gasms...
I love this picture. It looks like she is giving me "a look" about something. (Like the way it takes me more than 7 seconds to undo my top and get her fed? Can we improve on that time mom? Are you really doing your best here?)
I love THIS one because her pants could not possibly be up any higher! She is so long that she needs to wear 3 to 6 month old clothes, but is kinda thin so the waists are huge on her!
Sleeptime baby. I was able to keep aunt leesie from putting lip gloss on her pouty little lips!
And this one is the Creme:
Haaaaa! She burps best in the sitting-up-face-squashed position, but I am sooo saving this one for the first prom date she brings home!
