Well, hello! It's been a little while since I've popped online to check in with just a small town girl and the blogging community as a whole. And, let me tell you, I've missed it. Life these days is busier than I've ever known. However, there are some experiences that just have to make it on the blog, no matter how late they actually make their appearance. This is one of them.
On July 5th, 2012, this mama packed the largest bag the airlines will allow, a diaper bag, a pump, a baby bjorn, a car seat, a stroller, my baby's shot record and birth certificate (although the airline never ended up asking for it after several calls to confirm what exactly I needed) and, of course, my sweet baby cargo and headed to the airport for a two week trip to Washington. Now I have to tell you, I'm not sure I've ever been as nervous as I was to fly with my six week old. I was as scared of a screaming infant on a two plus hour flight as I was trying to maneuver said infant and all of our things through the airport alone. Jenner was able to help us while we checked our bags and made it to security, but watching him walk away and standing there with Violet and all. our. stuff. was terrifying. Luckily, you can never underestimate the power of a new baby and the kindness of strangers. And although I had worked myself up into an almost anxiety attack over the thought of trying to nurse on the plane, my sweet baby girl slept through the entire flight. Sure, she woke up as I was walking off the plane in Seattle and started screaming and, yes, the airline broke our stroller and, yes, I was sweating and near tears myself by the time we were reunited with my sister Debby, but you know what? We did it.
This trip brought long walks with my family and friends and beautiful afternoons at the lake. I was so happy to escape the Vegas summer heat and sit outside on my sister's deck with some of the people I love most. Introducing my new little girl to a few of my closest friends (including her Uncle Danny) made for some of my most treasured memories and, perhaps, favorite days on this planet.
Walking up and down my favorite tree lined streets in the city I used to call home was exactly what this new mama needed.
Although I loved all of my trip, my favorite moments at home in Washington had to be sitting on my sister's deck drinking a Corona (Jenner, the beer snob, is shuddering at this sentence, I'm sure) with my family. In fact, the first evening I was there, I found myself enjoying my first beer in close to eleven months and laughing so hard with my sisters and nephews while my brother-in-law (and, perhaps, world's best uncle) was holding Violet. The sun was setting over the lake and I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to hold this memory in my heart forever because it just might have been one of my most perfect, happy moments.
More than anything, I loved sharing the people and the places I love so much with my baby girl. This was our first adventure together and every night of those two weeks felt like a special slumber party just for us. Even on the days I miss home the most, and there have been many since becoming a new mom, I am so blessed to have a place I can come to that makes me feel instantly at peace and people that make me feel so loved. A big thank you to my sweet family. Violet and I will see you in three weeks on our next big adventure!