baby's first overnighter
This weekend was my 10-year high school reunion. We made the trek to my home town of Petaluma and left Evan at my sister's house, which happened to be about 6 blocks away from the party. Just as we were about to leave her house, Evan started in with his little cough cough cough, meaning, I am about to cry, so Jerry quickly ushered me out the door.

The reunion was fun. I saw a lot of people I had forgotten about plus met up with some long lost girl friends I feared I would never see again. Thankfully, no one went up to me and scolded me for the horrible way I treated them, so I considered that to be a good sign.

After a few hours we started to miss Evan horribly, and when we realized we were talking to everyone about the cute way he wakes up, the cute way he breathes when he's eating, and the cute noises he makes in his sleep, we realized it was time to go.

We spent the night in the carriage house (little house out back) which was good because we didn't have to worry about Evan waking everyone while they slept. We had a pretty good night with him. He only cried for about an hour (on Jerry's shift) so Jerry took him for a walk. He was calm and peaceful as Jerry pushed him in the stroller, but he started to cry as soon as they returned. Why do babies do that? It's like they are only peaceful when they are being tended to.

We slept in until 11:00 (with only feeding interruptions) which was great. Being away from home makes you forget about laundry and dishes and bills that need to be paid. The last hour of our morning in bed, the baby was laying between Jerry and I breathing all heavy while Jerry and I stared at him. I didn't think this kind of thing would ever make me happy, but it does.