Home Again, Home Again

Not only did we schlep tons of baby stuff with us when we went to my parents' house, oh no! I had to take a nasty cold along with me as well. There's nothing quite like being sick and miserable during the holidays--the good news is that I was home with the people I love all around me; the bad news is that I looked bad, felt worse, and worried constantly about Kates or someone else getting sick. Ahhh, yes, illness . . . the gift that keeps on giving and giving.

But now we are home again (my cold is almost gone!), and if I thought the car was full when we went down, it was overflowing when we came back up. Visibility was zero out the back window, the cords were straining on the car-top carrier, and we were wedged in amongst presents, bags, pillows, and all the other detritrus of travel. Kates did remarkably well though (thanks to sleeping most of the way)!

For the rest of this week it's picking up the pieces of regular life again--grocery shopping, figuring out menus, scaling mountain ranges of laundry--and beginning to plan for Christmas. But for the most part, I will turn Christmas over to my honey, who has been nagging me to let him put up the decorations for several months now. (I swear that eggnog flows in his veins and his heart beats to the tune of "Jingle Bells!") I love Christmas, but Steven LOVES Christmas!

Tomorrow he will have Kates for the day, and I've given him free rein to go Christmas crazy. Who knows what I will come home to? But hey, it's the coming home again that matters.