We are home! We got home last night, after a reasonably good flight. Isaac was in a great mood again, and slept through most of the flight. He definitely gets the gold star for baby travel. We had to wait for-freaking-ever for our bags in Oakland because of a glitch backstage, and were surrounded by grumpy, anxious people, but Isaac was smiling and giggling away and it felt like I had my own little happiness bomb. He's the best.
I had to use the family bathroom at the Nashville airport to pump enough milk for the flight. I'm glad they had a family bathroom, sorry they didn't clean it more often. It had a place to sit and an outlet, but it was not the highlight of my pumping career. Better than the alternative, though, which was to try to run the thing on batteries under a blanket during the flight. I have to admit, I am starting to fantasize about life without a pump. I'm happy that it has worked so well and I've been able to feed Isaac fresh-squeezed boobie juice his whole life, but it's just not a relationship I expected to have with a machine. He's showing interest in our food, so we'll be starting solids in the next few days.
Isaac is happy to be home. The batteries on the baby swing are dying and the plinky electronic music sounded a bit Phillip Glass this morning, but the boodle was still delighted to be reunited with his beloved baby crack. We had a borrowed swing in Knoxville, which was awesome, but nothing beats the fishies.
The only sucky surprise we came home to was the dreaded grey screen of death on the tivo. WAAAAAAAH. Its hard drive ate itself while we were gone, apparently. I've ordered a replacement drive; we have a lifetime subscription on this unit so I really hope I can revive it.
The cats are alternately pissed off and ecstatic to see us. Gracie had a disturbing amount of black Bea fur stuck in her claws, so I suspect there were some inter-cat issues during her reign as queen of the house.
