Whew. Eight-hour drives are not very comfortable when you are pregnant. I wish that my home and my family weren’t so far away from each other, but that’s life.
I had such a good time. I took lots of family pictures for my family, and talked for hours and hours with my mom and sisters, and MM got to play with lots of cousins.
I love being back at my home too. But. Dillon is still in police academy for four days a week. I miss him a lot.
When I drove into Salt Lake and then to my sister’s and mom’s houses, I was a little shocked by how many people there were. There were so many houses and people around, so many people at church, so many places to go.
Then coming back home, I had forgotten what it was like to be alone. It just takes so much more effort, but I’ve done it before and I can do it again. Lots of prayer sometimes, and patience with myself and with MM, and I can be happy here.
Orange juice doesn’t work in sippy cups.
New shoes for MM.
Having fun at the slide. Another time we walked to a park with Grandma, and MM got a little cold and tired and grumpy. She was grumpy the rest of the day–it was the day before we left, and she just wanted to go home again. She’s very happy with her dolls and rooms and her mom’s full attention again.