Voodoo Child v. 17: Welcome to the One Woman Show

Good evening all. It's late, but I'm here in Sacramento. Everyone is playing a game, and I'm sitting on the couch playing around with my computer. It's not that I don't want to play, but the baby is asleep, and I'm on the monitor listening with half an ear to see if she'll sleep through while I'm out in the living room.

Christmas was nice. I really mean nice. It's been good to be with my family and Husbandido's family. I really wish that there was enough energy in me to spread between the two, but after a late night session with my family, it's hard to stay up with Husbandido's family. I'm trying hard, and I don't want to be a poopface about it.

We made the big drive up to Sacramento with Bambina. Originally, we were really scared to do that, well I was, because she didn't like her carseat like I mentioned before. We wound up taking a drive to Redwood City last Saturday, and she did really well during the drive. We took that as a benchmark to see if she could handle a long drive. About 45 minutes into the drive, around Fairfield, she started to fuss. We pulled over and I nursed her. Another 10 minutes into the drive, in Vacaville, we pull over to nurse again. After that, she drowses away. I learn too, that I get car sick in the back seat, but I pass out around Dixon, and I'm good to go after that.

Here, we are with all of Husbandido's brothers, his parents, and his brother's significant others. It's a close group, and I love being here, but they have such energy that I don't feel like I have. Also, it's hard to eat food here when my dietary needs are a little different than everyone else here. I usually find myself eating pretty poorly, but I do eat.

My mother in law loves Bambina, and insists on holding her constantly, refusing to give her to anyone else because the baby won't like it. I can see what she's saying, but everyone deserves to have some quality time with the baby, and even everyone here calls her a babyhog. I have to agree. But what are you going to expect from the first grandbaby's proud grandmother?

By the way, Bambina is sick. She has a little cold, and it's pretty sad to hear her sniffle so much. It's cute though, but I hope she inherits my ability to bust out of a cold in two-three days. Unlike my Husbandido who gets manflu and goes down for at least a week. 

I'll be here until Sunday. I'll be able to check in from here a few times. I'm looking forward to the return to blogging. Hopefully she'll sleep earlier and sounder, and I can update you more.

 Merry Christmas. Hope you had a good holiday.

Voodoo