I very well could have posted about this weekend’s events much sooner, but there has been so much to absorb that I’ve found it rather difficult to put into words.
I could go into great detail, but I think I said before, I’m feeling so much of the newness of this that I feel the need to hold it pretty close for now. Additionally, I feel that sharing many of the things that happened and were revealed this weekend, would be disrespectful towards N. and perhaps some other folks involved. But on the other hand, just hitting some of the high points seems to do the whole visit a severe disservice.
Bloggers don’t gain popularity by holding back on the juicy details. So what’s a blogger to do?? I guess I’ll have to remain unpopular. I’ll do the best I can.
First, despite my careful planning the whole week before, trying to get of town turned out to be a disaster. First, on my husbands whim, we took the truck instead of the car, which entailed switching everything I had already packed. Making us leave late. Apparently the truck needed to be washed. And it didn’t have gas. And my husband didn’t get breakfast. Making us leave town late. By an hour. If you know me, you know I’m a high anxiety kind of girl. You’ll be happy to know I didn’t kill him. The good news at this point which also turns out to be the really bad news is that we verified a suspicion that we had about the Woob. Riding in the front facing car seat in the truck for more than 10 minutes makes him carsick. Really carsick. Picture me losing it right there in a church parking lot while I stripped the clothes off my poor little puke covered stinky baby before calling N. and leaving a message that we were turning back for home. Making us leave town late by 2 hours.
FINALLY we got on the road and after driving an hour, heard back from N. who, as luck would have it, slept two hours late and was stressing to get ready in time for her party. It was only then that I stopped spazzing and relaxed. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
We got there to her mom’s house and all I can say is that we were made to feel so welcome–it was just comfortable. N. and her friend were sitting on her car waiting for us as we pulled up. She came to help get Woob out of the car, and as she held him for the first time, and looked at him, he just stared at her for a minute sizing her up. Never all day did he shy away from anyone or get clingy with us, even when we moved away from him. He was fast friends with her boyfriend and they played all day. It was all just…nice. A side note: it turns out her mom is from right here where we live, originally. We even went to the same summer camp growing up. We sang camp songs together and N. thought we were nuts.
We ended the day taking N. and her boyfriend out to dinner. We had a chance to talk about lots of things and had many questions answered. Some of the big ones. We talked about what we want to do next with this new relationship we’re building, though there’s still much discussion to be had. We laughed. N. shared bites of her banana shake with him. We talked about all the ways Woob looks like her and wondered out loud together what he’d be like as he grew up. We planned for them to come to visit us here in the next several weeks.
This feels really good.