Home Again

I am writing this with a new found freedom. It is 9:15 p.m. I am not on a balance ball bouncing Molly until she falls asleep. In the last couple of nights she has started falling asleep a whole lot easier and has even slept through the night with out even feeding once. There have been a few developments in the last few weeks: she has discovered her hands and is playing with them, she's falling asleep on her own, and can actually be set down for 15-20 minutes. These things may sound small...

She is becoming all the more aware and responsive, which makes the experience all the greater. It is wonderful when she smiles back at me, which is guaranteed at the first diaper change of the day - she is extra happy then.



We had a great trip down part of the Oregon Coast. We spent two nights in Seaside, two nights in Lincoln City, and Portland book-ending the trip. We enjoyed our time when ever we were at our destination for the moment - Molly hates riding in the car. She screamed for 3/4 or our driving. That was the main thing we would have changed for the trip. We would have selected one place and hung out there, or at least quite close. For example, the 30-mile drive from Lincoln City felt like 2 hours each way since she was wailing at the top of her lungs the whole way, and there was nothing we could do about it. She would be fine in her car seat being pushed around in the stroller, would be fine when we set her in the car, but within minutes of the car moving, she screamed. Wow.

This is one of my favorite sites - looking over at Trina feeding molly and all I see is little feet sticking out from under a blanket. So sweet.


Although I've lived near saltwater for 7.5 years now, this was the first time I've spent any significant time at the ocean. It is very interesting for the in-lander raised Idahoan that I am. There were many beautiful spots along the way, but everything was in a glimpse. I'd like to go back at various times of year and see it in all its shades of the season - waves crashing in the winter storms, surfers enjoying the summer warmth (still in wetsuits of course), the tide pools at low tide, autumn colors and the fog.

One could sit an watch the waves crash for hours and see all the patterns and currents that are formed. Maybe next time.