The trip could have gone much worse than it did. Clark is right; cat fights are for the dogs.
I'm glad that the baby is moving. The first time I felt a baby shift their entire body inside of me was when I was having chocolate chip ice cream while laying in bed. I used my stomach as a table and a cold rearend moved out of the way. James hurried over, and he and I tortured that child, delighting in her every move... or lurch might be a more accurate term. We had ice cream a lot after that.
Anyway, back on topic--or actually off topic to your off topic. You may not have cried when they didn't weigh your son, but I sure did when I read about it. That same daughter we tortured with ice cream was a failure-to-thrive baby, but only for the first ten weeks. I know how all-consuming it is, and how you feel like no one in the world understands. I can't imagine trying to take care of older siblings and hold down a job at the same time. She's as healthy as an ox now, and I'm praying the same for your little guy. Fifteen months is such a delightful age. I'm so happy for you.
Elisabeth
who is sure if you read that post deeply you might notice a touch of feedback here or there
