Grandparents' Visit

This was a busy and fun weekend because my parents came to visit Ethan us (I didn't get a hug until the day they were leaving because they were so absorbed with him). It began on Friday evening with Ethan's first trip to the airport:


I don't think he's ever been this happy to be in his carseat. He was all smiles and was patient while we stopped at SmartMomma to get him more BG 4.0s (I'm so excited that he's fitting those now!). Once we got him back in the car and headed on to the airport, he cried for a few moments before falling fast asleep. He didn't stir when I put him into the Moby, and he stayed asleep while we waited for them to arrive. They got in a bit earlier than we were expecting, so they had already made their way down to baggage claim. We hadn't told them that Ethan and I would be joining in on the welcoming fun, so they were delightfully surprised to see him us. He stayed asleep, despite Grandmama's attempts to rouse him to get a better look, but once I got him into the carseat, he was up for good, and boy was he mad! Due to an accident on the interstate, we got stuck in bad traffic on the back roads, and he cried the whole way home. Poor baby! Thankfully, the unhappy baby didn't last long.

On Saturday morning, we ventured out to Ethan's first sit-down restaurant, going to Brigs with Grandpapa for breakfast. He did surprisingly well, though Calvin did have to take him outside a couple of times to swing him in his carseat and get him to sleep. Once he was asleep, he napped peacefully while we ate and visited. That afternoon, we headed to the church fall festival, where everyone oohed and ahhed over him and the grandparents beamed with pride. He slept through most of it, but after a snack upon our arrival home, he was happy to make faces with Grandmama while the cameras flashed:


On Sunday, we headed back to church for worship. Ethan had a harder time than usual so I had to sway with him in the narthex for a few minutes at the beginning of the service, but he eventually got to sleep and was asleep or happy the rest of the time. Afterwards, we got some pictures with him all dressed up and actually happy about it for once:


After his post-church meal, Grandmama and Grandpapa watched him while we ran out for some errands. It was only my second time being away from him, and our first time being out together without him, and it still feels so weird! He was well-behaved for them, and they loved practicing for when they'll be on their own with him for about 24-hours (!!!). Once we got back, it was time for another meal, a bath, and a nap in the Moby:


That night, we ventured out for a meal again, and, once again, he surprised me by not being too fussy. After a few minutes, I had to take him to the front to swing him to sleep, but then he was out for the rest of the meal. It must have been a tiring day because he slept a record 8-hour stretch on Sunday night!

On Monday morning, we headed out with Grandpapa again for breakfast. Since it was a weekday morning after 9, the restaurant was practically empty, and I was able to swing him to sleep right by the table since he wasn't actually fussing (though he did have the hiccups), and he was quite well-behaved the rest of the meal and even stayed asleep after we got home. The rest of the day consisted of cuddles, naps, meals, and pictures until we had to bid the grandparents farewell, armed with prints to show off and stare at until they return in less than 2 weeks.