Catch-up

I finally feel like we've both caught up on sleep after the road trip. It feels like we've fallen right back into our home pattern of chasing baby and trying not to get on each other's nerves as we bump into each other in the little house on the desert.

Spent some time this morning cleaning up the old Jetta for its upcoming repairs and sale. Its been a good car and the LW and I have a ton of fun memories that seem to attach themselves to that car. It pulled up next to my truck, by matter of pure chance, carrying the LW on our first date. Our first road trip, which was shortly after we met, was to New Orleans in this car. It delivered us to Union Station in Kansas City where we were married and sped us along on our shared honeymoon with friends. Eventually it took the LW to the Birth Center and brought CP home on her first ride in a car. Funny how much happens to and in vehicles in this life.

CP's making her intentions known more and more. She consistently tells us when she's thirsty or wants something to eat. She also lets us know, in very certain terms, when she wants her restrictions on dangerous things around the house lifted. Yesterday afternoon she, while holding on to my hands, gave the chickens a good run around the yard.