Let me tell you, it’s good to be home.

My brother’s wedding was beautiful and we had a wonderful time with our family and friends this past weekend, but travelling (and being out of your home environment) with a toddler is not easy. The last time I flew with her (by myself, mind you) I vowed it would be a LONG time before we did it again. The carseat proved to be a must-have, so the airlines must know what they’re doing by making it mandatory to buy a seat for your child after they turn 2. To Charlie’s credit, she actually did very well, and slept almost the whole way home this afternoon, which left Vann and I the ability to do more important things, like browse through the SkyMall catalog and get a little shut-eye ourselves.

Once we were safely on the ground, I told Vann that I was so happy we didn’t have to travel for awhile. Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays and it will definitely be an adjustment to be here on our own for Christmas, but for the first time in 10 years I won’t have to hold my breath that a blizzard is going to stop me from getting out of town.

The grandparents are coming up for the birth of Baby B and staying Thanksgiving week, but Christmas is another story. It will just be the four of us, and we’ll have to come up with our own traditions…which is a wonderful thing and also a scary thing. I do love the fact that we won’t have to pack, or fight traffic to the airport, or stand in line at the security checkpoint. I also love the fact that Charlie will get to experience snow on Christmas Day, and the Christmas Eve service at our church, and having Santa come down HER chimney (we don’t have a chimney, but you get the gist). All in all, it feels great knowing that we are grounded for the forseeable future.

Here is a picture of Dali and Charlie in their matching dresses, being snuggled by Dali’s grandfather, Bud. Don’t they look sweet??