We left Breck early this morning so dad could get down to Boulder in time for work. You were great on the drive home – didn’t make a peep. I’ve taken to sitting with you in the backseat on these long trips so I can keep an eye on you. I’m sure with time I’ll rejoin your dad in the front of the car, but for now he’s our chauffeur.
I’m not sure if it was the change in routine, or change in location, or all the loving and holding you got all weekend, but you were fussy today and would not sleep unless held. I really hope this isn’t a new habit you’ve developed, because it is exhausting (and kills my back).