it's good to be home

We drove all the way to the Canadian border and back this weekend without our girl. I managed to not hyperventilate in Pike's Market when I saw tiny ones in slings and fleecy pink hats. I wanted the other mamas to know that I am one of them, but they walked by without catching my eye. I held it together and didn't make a fool of myself by shouting, "I have one too!" Despite a tiny ache, we had a great time. We ate good food, drank coffee and laughed. I practically proposed marriage to the trout I ate for dinner. It was that good. Proving I am still a mommy, I pumped in the car on the way home (for the record, that is by far the strangest thing I've ever done in a moving vehicle). Hooray for the pump in style, with its ingenious car adaptor. We listened to street performers and bought only a few things that we don't really need.

Claire was a champ for Oma and Papa. The only hard thing was getting Claire out of their clutches at the end of the weekend. They all had a great time.

It was wonderful to spend some time with Nate without the distraction of the girl. It's good to know that we still have plenty to talk about, besides sleep schedules and diaper changes. It was also good to hear him say that he missed her too. Two reasons I'm thankful to be home: