We're on our way home

This weekend, we took our first road trip up to my hometown.  It's only 2 hours away so it was great practice.  Julia hadn't met any of my extended family members, so I wanted to get her up there before she got too big.

Getting ready to go.  Thought this onesie was appropriate for the occasion :-)

Pre-mommy life, I was a very light packer.  It takes me about 10 minutes to pack for a trip.  Getting ready for a two day trip with an infant on the other hand was ridiculous.  The car was packed completely full.  We made sure we fit her monkey bouncer in there since that's her current favorite thing in the world.  Babies have too much stuff.

I was a little afraid of the car ride.  I sat in the back in case she decided to flip her shiz, but she was surprisingly chill for most of the ride.  We had to stop once to give her a bottle, but she fell back asleep pretty quickly.  I'm so glad this kid sleeps in the car (as long as it's moving steadily).  

Sleeping peacefully

The weekend was a whirlwind.  My dad has 7 brothers and sisters which produced 22 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren (2 more on the way).  Julia got to meet a decent amount of people, but we still have a lot more to go.  I really just wanted her to meet my grandma more than anyone.  She's been asking me since before Jeff and I were married when we were going to have kids (scandalous).  

Me, grandma, dad and Julia.  4 generations.

My little sister also made the trip up for the weekend which was great.  She lives in the eastern part of the state and I miss her constantly.  It was a 6 hour drive for her just to spend less than 48 hours in town, but I'm so glad she made the trip.  She hasn't seen Julia since she was born and my baby needs to know her Auntie Noelle :-)

I think the weekend was a little much for the little peanut.  She got passed around a lot and was pretty pooped.  I really didn't hold her for 2 days!  I honestly don't mind too much.  I'm happy she is so loved. And my mom even got up with her on Saturday night so Jeff and I slept.  God, I love that woman (in case I haven't said it enough).

Coming home wasn't as successful as our trip there.  She kept waking up (probably because she had a dirty diaper most of the way...whoops).  I think it might be awhile before we can go places with her and I can ride in the front.  Feels a little ridiculous, but it's a lot better than listening to a screaming baby for hours.  Hopefully she'll grow out of that before our longer summer trips!

As a side note, we are officially past the first month!  A lot of people say it gets better after 6-8 weeks, so I'm excited to get past that point.  Happy one month, Julia!  Can't wait to see what the next month brings!