We have returned to Houston safely...and already almost finished unpacking. It feels great to be home again. Even Patrick seemed to recognize home. After taking him out of his carseat, we placed him in his rocker chair where he sits a lot of days. He immediately started smiling and chattering at the curtain and light next to the chair, his friends I suppose. It appeared as though he recognized where he was.
The last evening in Austin was pretty quiet. We were planning to go out to eat someplace nice again, but we forgot it was Friday and started out too late. We hit the Friday night date night rush. Instead of waiting forever, we gave up and ate fast food again in the hotel. To balance it out, we went out for ice cream later. At least it was a relaxing evening.
Yes, I am starting to feel somewhat better already. I don't think the infection is as severe this time, and it certainly helps that I got started on antibiotics so quickly. I'm sure by the middle of the week it will be like it never even happened.
For those of you more interested in Patrick than me, there's not much to report. In the past few days he has developed a fascination for his tongue. It's hanging out of his mouth as often as it stays in. He smiles with the tip of his tongue out when he laughs. It's adorable. He has also learned how to store his saliva and drool or spit it out at will. I'm proud of him, but I have a feeling this will lose its novelty quickly. I already think sometimes it's not a coincidence that he spits or spits up just as we move our hands in front of his face. And the orneriness just gets worse before it gets better, doesn't it?
The last evening in Austin was pretty quiet. We were planning to go out to eat someplace nice again, but we forgot it was Friday and started out too late. We hit the Friday night date night rush. Instead of waiting forever, we gave up and ate fast food again in the hotel. To balance it out, we went out for ice cream later. At least it was a relaxing evening.
Yes, I am starting to feel somewhat better already. I don't think the infection is as severe this time, and it certainly helps that I got started on antibiotics so quickly. I'm sure by the middle of the week it will be like it never even happened.
For those of you more interested in Patrick than me, there's not much to report. In the past few days he has developed a fascination for his tongue. It's hanging out of his mouth as often as it stays in. He smiles with the tip of his tongue out when he laughs. It's adorable. He has also learned how to store his saliva and drool or spit it out at will. I'm proud of him, but I have a feeling this will lose its novelty quickly. I already think sometimes it's not a coincidence that he spits or spits up just as we move our hands in front of his face. And the orneriness just gets worse before it gets better, doesn't it?
Labels: Feelings, Fun Stories
1 Comments:
Isn't it funny what we consider as signs of intelligence and progress in babies! Spitting and drooling mean something way different to those my age!! : )
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