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Our first out-of-town trip with Pumpkin to the Big Easy this weekend was just that. In fact, it was downright fun and it was pretty hard to drop her off at school this morning after such a wonderful weekend with her.


First, in the car she was an absolute angel and slept the ENTIRE way both there and back (including during all three stops that Aaron and I had to make on the way back). On the way there I was afraid she might wake up, so I stuffed myself in the back seat next to her carseat. Of course, she slept the entire way so I was stuck in the backseat alone while Aaron was driving Miss Daisy up front.


When we arrived in the Big Easy, we took her out into the Quarter in her Snugli. She LOVED all the new sights. And I have to say, it was a succesful trip to the Quarter despite the fact that I had to change her on the floor of a restaurant bathroom (on a pad, of course). Hopefully this is the LAST time she is laying on a bathroom floor in the Quarter!


At the hotel, she couldn't have been better. She only cried a handful of times and only when she needed something - i.e., food, changing, sleep. If she could communicate any other way she probably wouldn't have cried one time. Everyone that passed her on the elevator, in the hall, on the streets just absolutely adored her. This only confirmed what I already knew - she is objectively the cutest child ever born.


At the engagement party, she was just precious (if I do say so myself) and loved being passed around to all her adoring fans and dancing with her mommy. I did realize just how "healthy" my sweet Pumpkin was when she sat next to a 6-month old baby (twice her age) and could have basically crushed the little girl. Oh well, there is just more of her to love!


After the party she went "home" with her grandmother to the hotel where she slept basically through the night. It was her first night "away" from mom and dad and I think she slept better than I did. I woke up every hour on the hour to check and see if it was a reasonable enough time for me to go and knock on my mother-in-law's door to see my baby! The first time I knocked it apparently was NOT, because ma-in-law informed me later that she heard me and just ignored me.


When we got home Sunday afternoon, the three of us were ALL exhausted, but so happy our first family trip was such a pleasure. I updated her baby book with all the details of our excursion and realized, once again, the sad reality of how fast she is growing. We really are blessed with a healthy, beautiful, and happy baby. So now I'm back at work and just counting down the hours until 5 when I can go get her from daycare and we can hang out again and I'm trying not to think about the fact that before I know it she will be "sashaying" by.




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