I'm even worse at blogging than you thought

I finally finished a post for January but because I started it a long time ago, it's showing up on the blog further down below the posts with videos. Don't know how to move it up. Sorry.

February

Oh yeah, just watch it happen-- I'm getting this blog caught up to less than six months ago.

February saw some happy times and some very stressful times. Happy times included a few more days in CA with a trip to the Exploratorium, always a treat. Got to celebrate Abram's birthday with him a little early and then flew with Dad out to visit Lauritz and Michelle and meet cousin Maggie.

That part was all good. Trouble started when the snows came and basically wreaked havoc on our plans. Maggie's blessing had to be canceled because nobody could get flights into the area, which meant as well that nobody could get flights out. Dad managed to make it home during a break in the weather but it took O and I an extra week to get out. Did not help that during that week he got croup and we had to take him to the ER at 1am. Lauritz was the kindest sweetest brother and drove us an hour there int he middle of a blizzard, stayed with us while O sat through two hours of breathing therapy, and then drove us home. While there Andrew found out my flight had been canceled which meant I got to come home and spend hours on the phone trying to get another one. Finally did but then O was sick-- croup turned into a sinus infection. Might have been a few more weather cancellations in there or something.

Finally got to the airport and had to wait at the gate for an hour because it started to snow again, then had to wait an hour on the plane to take off, then missed connecting flight home. Had to carry O, stroller, and carry-on bags up stairs at JFK after waiting in snow to get carry-on bags unloaded from plane. Got chest pains from being stressed, pregnant, and having to carry a s***load of stuff on my own. Managed to recover from chest pains and get in line to find out the next flight they had me on was the next day at night. Held it together long enough to ask for a hotel voucher because no way pregnant me and my one year old were sleeping in JFK all night. Made it to hotel after a few more chest pains and some very kind aid from a passing flight attendant. Was able to recover somewhat with the help of room service and a few sobbing sessions on the phone with Andrew and Dad.

Got on the flight the next day and had to wait three hours on the tarmac before take-off. Thank you to Lynn and Debbie (Andrew's boss and his wife who were on the same flight) managed to keep my sanity during the wait. O was an angel thanks to some angels who I am sure were speaking to him and letting him know I really needed help. That, and a couple doses of Triaminic and whatever else the dr gave us. Finally finally made it home to Andrew. Had missed Valentine's Day with him but nothing was sweeter than getting to be with him again. Don't think we even did anything the rest of the month other than just be happy to be together again. Photos here.