Blissfully, we are back from our Thanksgiving folly. Driving 1000 miles round trip with a very active infant is not my idea of fun..I was skeptical up until the last minute. The Pumpkin was a champ, though, and despite having to listen to Laurie Berkner and Raffi more times than I care to, it was a delight to travel with her. I am impressed at my ever expanding repetoire of skills... feed an infant organic peas at 80 mph without spilling ? Check. Change a diaper on my lap so as to avoid the dreaded public restroom? Check. The best part is we got home a day early. For myriad reasons too complex to list, DH decided we were leaving behind the relative drama, crappy weather and lumpy beds to come home. Even though we had to drive like bats out of hell at all hours to do it, it was bliss to awaken in our own beds.Next year I vote to veto the stranger relatives and relative strangers to a more peaceful holiday at home!
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