Home

We made it home yesterday. I've never been so glad to see Chris at the bottom of an escalator. I think it had something to do with the cute little six month old who was my constant companion for the previous ten days. And all the luggage I was messing with. I know, I'm a dedicated carry-on kind of girl, but I knew I'd be bringing home lots of treasures (like a smattering of paintball gear for Chris and a bunch of thrifting finds). And just in case I had a hand for each piece of luggage, throw in a car seat. That made it a true circus.

Millie was a champion traveler. Just like every other trip she's been on. (By six months she hit the milestone of 10 states visited + the District of Columbia.) We couldn't walk down a terminal without smiles, coos, or comments flying our way. Mostly about her being a happy baby. In this respect, I think O'Hare is better than Salt Lake City. So many business men in suits turned to mush at that smiling face. People everywhere-- I think that's her idea of heaven. Don't dare to have her face in while being worn. No way.

Millie went to bed last night in her crib without a fuss. She woke minimally during the night (surprising after all the spoiling I did to keep her quiet while sleeping at other people's houses). She woke up at 8, ate and went back to sleep until eleven o'clock!! I think she was glad to be in her own bed, not being yanked out of bed to go do something else. She's got a lot of sleep to catch up on. Which works out nicely, because I have lots of stuff to catch up on, too.