Well, hello there! I am back in Baltimore and I am back to my beloved computer, which Matthew cleaned up and made run faster when I was away. I love having a computer geek in-house.
The train ride was not too bad, and I was able to juggle all my stuff. Thanks to k8land
for the suggestion of swapping the diaper bag for a backpack. As soon as Mom & Christina picked us up, he started crying hysterically and threw up all over his snowsuit. He cried for the entire car trip to Farmington. Not a good way to get nephews and neices from Christina & Trevor, but truth in advertising, I suppose.
It turned out Biggie had croup, a viral infection, so we spent most of the 10 days at home just letting him rest and get better. I delayed my train ticket back two days to make sure he was 100%. Plus Grandma was going back then, so she could be on the train with us for half of the trip. Ever since she retired, she has been King Lear-ing it up, traveling between her three kids houses, and only going back to hers to pick up mail.
It snowed every day in Rochester, but just an inch or two that was swiftly cleared off the streets. I only went out to see a friend down the street, but Biggie was sufficiently amused just by all the new things in the house to look at, and touch, and put in his mouth.
Trevor made it home on the 13th. He understandably wanted to spend Valentine's Day with his wife, but we saw him several times after that. The first few times Biggie was fussy, and he was worried that he didn't like him, but at the end of the week Biggie was back to his usual spirits and cooing all over the place.
Biggie and Mom got on like a house on fire. He would look at her even when he was in my arms, and would reach out to her. She adores him too. My Mom and I have a complicated relationship sometimes, so I'm glad they can have such a sweet uncomplicated one. He was convinced that she still had milk, though. He headbutted her and felt her up a few times. He's never done that to another woman before. She must smell like me.
When we were waiting in the Amtrak room at Penn Station-NYC, a great cheer went up. I saw the back of Vice President Joe Biden's head sweep by with a big entourage. With all the transportation options available to him now, he still takes the train. He used to take it home to Delaware every night when he was a Senator.
Biggie had enough on our final leg of the journey. He cried for an hour straight. I felt so badly for him, and for the others trapped on the train with us. When we finally made it home, all the roads and sidewalks had been cleared (hooray!), with dirty snow mountains pushed on the corners of the blocks. We both slept for 9 hours straight.