We got back from Nebraska Tuesday night...well, Wednesday morning technically, since we didn't get home until 1 AM. A long day, especially considering that both Mike and Mateo had a bit of a cold (Mike more than Mateo - who's the bigger baby?). Mateo's first cold - didn't seem to be too bad, he just had a runny nose, and sneezed a lot, and seemed generally out of sorts. All better now, though, thank goodness. Anyway, the plane rides were fine. I tell you, the boobs are an excellent secret weapon. Mateo pretty much nursed and/or slept the whole way, while I clutched Mike for dear life during the bumpy parts. I'm not sure why I hate flying so much - perhaps it's because every time I get on a plane, I think I'm going to die? And now they want $7 for a freaking gin and tonic (not that I had one, but it was tempting).
Regardless, we got there and back unscathed, and had some fun adventures in between! Mateo got to meet his Great Grandma Fitle, and his uncles Matt and Chris. He went on his first boat ride (which I think he would have enjoyed a lot more were it not for the life jacket, but safety first!) and enjoyed playing with Grandma and Grandpa Smith. The visit seemed to go by quickly, but it always does - especially with a day of travel on both ends.
Mateo is almost crawling - he can sort of army crawl for a few feet, but then gets tired, or distracted, and stops. It's not the prettiest movement, but it's something. I'm excited for imminent mobility! And also a little wistful for the blob stage, let's be honest. But I should get to experience that again soon - Catherine is due any day now. I can't wait to hold a newborn again! Uh oh, is that my uterus throbbing?
Anyway, here are some pics of the trip. Blogspot only lets you upload 4 at a time, so if you want to see more, let me know and I'll e-mail them to you!
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