Christmas
We’re back from the holidays, tired but happy after a lovely and lengthy two weeks in the villes of Jackson and Connell. Lucia handled the flights—all six of them—with as much suavity as an eleven-week-old can muster; she cried only a couple of times on the descent, but otherwise slept quietly in her sling for most of the time, occasionally waking up to nurse. She was all but invisible.
It was fun introducing her to new family and friends, and she handled her change of surroundings quite well—even sleeping through the night for eight straight hours, which is more than she’d been doing here at home. And she’s all smiles these days, and a bundle of adorable coos, and everyone—in both of our families—is convinced she can say “Hi.”
Today was a rough day—Fusskins seems to have found her way out of the suitcase and blessed me with a day of more or less constant fussing and crying—so I’m ready for bed. But here are a few pictures from our trip.
A reluctant winter princess
It was fun introducing her to new family and friends, and she handled her change of surroundings quite well—even sleeping through the night for eight straight hours, which is more than she’d been doing here at home. And she’s all smiles these days, and a bundle of adorable coos, and everyone—in both of our families—is convinced she can say “Hi.”
Today was a rough day—Fusskins seems to have found her way out of the suitcase and blessed me with a day of more or less constant fussing and crying—so I’m ready for bed. But here are a few pictures from our trip.
A reluctant winter princess
Zen master
Molly, en route to Tampa, with Lucia and puppies in Jacksonville
In a 100-year-old cradle
First Scrabble game
Sleeping
Smiling in Cville
Ready to go out in the freezing cold
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