Okay I realize that I have let my blogging lapse but I have this idea that no one truly reads my blog except myself and maybe my Mom. So I sometimes let things slip; like writing about our trip home to Victoria or the fact that Noah has started to eat real food (is rice cereal classified as real? If I only ate it could I survive?). There is much to tell.
Our trip to Victoria was a one week long adventure! As I mentioned before I wanted to be with my parent's after my Dad had his operation. Our flight down was pretty uneventful (thank goodness for empty seats) and we arrived to see that fall had begun if any of you from Arizona were wondering! I could not believe that the trees were changing colour and their leaves were beginning to fall. I love fall, I love crisp cool weather, I love pumpkins and turkey. I was thrilled to be surrounded by that reminder.
My Dad did very well after his surgery; he truly is the best patient. Our first few days were spent visiting him in the hospital, me trying to see my friend, Cindy, who works on the labour and delivery floor, and Noah getting to spend time with his Nana and Papa. Before I knew it we were bringing Dad home (he is a much better patient in the hospital than out we soon discovered) and trying to keep him on the couch and NOT going outside to get the paper, or taking a walk, or getting Noah's stroller out of the vehicle. I think two women in his life nagging him was a bit more painful than anything he had just experienced...and no morphine to take the pain away:) We sure missed Kelly during that week and those very early mornings spent just with Noah, though wonderful, would have been that much sweeter with someone to trade off the early wake up calls (I won't put the time here because I know some of you will say, that's early???).
Our flight home was a bit more eventful. We had to switch planes after we had all boarded because the back door wouldn't shut. Yikes. It's not good when you see maintenance men come onto your plane only moments before you were about to leave the terminal. It was good news for me because up until this time Noah had been crying, fussing and then full out screaming (the man beside me reassured me he didn't mind sitting beside us because he had noise reduction earphones). I don't really believe him though because once we boarded the next plane he had switched seats with someone else. Thankfully Noah slept the whole way (ha ha to you funny man with the crazy earphones) and I had a great conversation with the lady beside me.
4 comments:
I'm so glad the flight went well (that is always such a blessing!) ...and that you had a sweet time w/your parents and got to enjoy beautiful fall weather! :)
Okay, glad to hear about your trip finally. You need to blog more my friend, such as posting a picture of Noah with food all over his face! :) I am a loyal blog-checker of yours, but you must post more often! I think this is how it works, at least with our church-blogging friends...the more often you post, the more often people tune in...I think. :)
I too have been frustrated to see the same title at the top of your blog the last two weeks . . but YEAH its new tonight! :) Love the pictures and I have to know . . what time was it?
Yah, seriously. What time was it? :)
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