The week before I left I was so stressed out that not everything would fit in my bags or that they would be super duper over weight. As I was telling the incredible Marianne Penton, who stopped by to bless Benjamin and pray with us before we left, about how stressed out and worried I was, she told me something that I will always keep in the back of my head, "Never worry about something that might never happen." My dear Aunt Tory came by and saw us as well. It was nice having a few visitors come meet Benji and send us off. Although, everyone came over for dinner the night before I left, and that probably wasn't a good idea. I wasn't having that much fun saying bye to everyone, but instead I was worrying about things that might never happen... even though they did.
The airport did end up being a big mess. I thought I wasn't going to make my flight. Even though all my stuff fit, my bags were over weight. Traffic made us a little late and maybe stopping to get my last apple fritter that I just had to have. Oh well, I made it with 2 minutes to spare! Good thing I stopped and got that apple fritter though, it was the only thing I had to eat until 9 o'clock that night. I was starving but barely made my second flight in Houston and therefore had no time to stop and grab something to eat. Although I would rather be starving all day than to have a screaming baby. Benjamin was just a little prince the whole day. He slept both flights. I had to wake him up to change his diaper and make him eat. I don't think he would have woke up at all, but who knows. I think he likes flying a little bit more than his mommy does. Luckily in the airport everyone was really really helpful. I pushed the stroller with one hand, my carry-on with the other and had Benjamin in front in his little backpack. It feels so nice to be sitting here writing this, knowing that it's all over!
However, I do wish I could be back home, only because I got ANOTHER staph infection on the same boob and it makes me feel so much better when I can understand what the doctors are telling me. I do have the best husband in the world though. He really is taking care of me as well as working, finishing up the house, and watching Benjamin when he is done with all of that. What a good man I married.
I am a little thankful that our house wasn't quite finished when we got here, we had help from his family for a bit. But having alone time with Diego is very much needed. Which is why on my birthday that just passed this week, Diego and I went out to dinner alone! We ate our favorite kind of food, sushi, and tried to relax, as all we could think about was how Benjamin was back at home with Abuelita and Abuelito. So much for relaxing. Benjamin had a check up this past week and was 10lbs 12oz and 24 1/2 inches long. Geeze, at this rate he ill be just like daddy, tall, skinny, and active! Our poor baby also had to get his vaccines and didn't feel good for the next couple days after. Nothing a little tylenol couldn't handle.
Yesterday (Sunday), we were suppose to move into our house but it has gotten postponed for one more week. So we will start the move little by little this week, and hopefully completely done by next Sunday. Yesterday the whole family was here, every last Piccione. We ate asado, ice cream cake and got a family picture!
Sorry I am a day late but now that I am settled in a little, I won't be late!
Thanks again for keeping up with us!!!
On the right is a picture of Diego just a few weeks older than Benjamin is here on the left. They are twins other than the fact that Benjamin takes after me when it comes to his weight. Diego was a fat little baby and Benjamin is just like me, a skinny little twirp!
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