Well, Brent got to visit his grandparents in Pennsylvania last weekend for 4th of July. He actually did better on the travelling part of it than I thought he would. We left on Saturday morning around 6, and got in around 12:15. He didn't take a nap, but he wasn't fussy, so I was happy! We ate cookies and looked at the trees and cars...and more cars. Sometimes he would get on a roll, and start pointing - "Car! (pause) Car! (pause) Car! (pause) Truck!" until you thought your head might explode. But...we arrived safely, without any explosions. That was one of my main goals! Success!
It took him a few minutes to remember everyone, but soon he was right at home. They got him a little wading pool and some toys that he liked playing in (when it wasn't raining, which wasn't often). We got to see aunts and great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers. It was a busy but great visit.
And I'm intentionally going to leave out the part where the transmission on our truck decided to take it's own vacation...from working right anyways. But we made it home safe and sound, and that's all the matters. Brent was a bit fussier on the way back, but nothing horrible.
We even found time to go out with some of our friends a couple nights and hang out. That was pretty exciting! I can't remember the last time we actually got to leave the house after dark to have fun. Of course, I felt tremendously guilty, and talked about Brent most of the time anyways. But it was still fun.
Oh! And the best part of that night was me and my big mouth (not that I regret it). We were all hanging out in the back of a little club/bar downtown, and I went up to grab a beer, and there was a small baby that some guy was carrying around showing everyone. She couldn't have been more than 3 months old. And it was so smokey in there that even I was having troubles with it. It was horrible. And when I got back to our table, I loudly asked if anyone could believe someone let their baby come into a bar. Of course, the baby's mother was sitting across from me, and I had been talking to her half the night. She mumbled something about how she works there and only brings her in for a few minutes, but I later found out that it wasn't uncommon at all to see her in there. I just find that absolutely insane. I don't like to judge people...but c'mon!
But at least I didn't feel as guilty about going out anymore :) I felt like mother of the year!
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