We're back

We are back at home from our week-long "vacation" to NJ. I hate to say it but... that was the hardest-working vacation I have ever had! Really, the vacation was for Scott and it was double duty for me! While it was good to see everyone, it was a lot of hard work for me! I have never meant it so much when I say I am glad to be home :)

Before heading home on Sunday, we visited with my grandmother, Babcia to Owen. (Sidenote: Babcia is grandma in Polish. So the story has it, my dad wouldn't let us call her Babcia because he didn't want us speaking in another language. Since we were robbed of the tradition, we passed it along to Owen.) Last time we visited with Babcia, Owen cried (a lot) the whole time. I was so nervous for this visit... I didn't want her to think Owen cried all the time (he doesn't). I am happy to report, he was his charming self. He laughed and smiled and played for Babcia. Unfortunately, every time she held him he would cry so I don't have any good photos of the two of them. It doesn't matter though, she saw him in his finest and now can rest easy that he doesn't cry all the time!

We also spent one night with Aunt Denise (the night before staying at Babcia's). We had a good time -- shopping and cooking and just relaxing. Aunt Denise is an infamously poor cook so I decided to teach her how to cook chicken marsala. It is a simple recipe that she can add to her repetorie (which now consists only of linguine with clam sauce... that's it). She did just fine and we had a nice home-cooked meal. We also had brownies for dessert (store-bought but still hit the sweet spot) - of which I ate about half the tin! Owen and I slept in Aunt Denise's bed while she slept on the couch. What a good aunt (as if she doesn't prefer that anyway)! That night I was able to nurse Owen laying down for the first time. Now I see what all the raves were about... it really is much more relaxing.

Our drive home was good. Owen slept for the first half and the for second part he was a mix of awake and catnaps. He did some fussing which required some maneuvers to pacify him while speeding down the highway. I am glad to say we survived the trip no worse for it.

Tomorrow Owen gets some of his vaccine shots. I am not looking forward to it. Everyone has me worried about how sore it will make him and how he will be crying for the day. I hope it will be ok.