milo takes spain
we're back from barcelona, and let me just say that carting around an infant in a santa suit opens doors: hosts want to seat you immediately, airline agents escort you to the express lane, ticket takers bring you to the front of the line, and subway riders fight over who will give up their seat to you. would it be creepy to dress him as santa year-round?
milo was mostly fabulous (and why wouldn't he be, with both parents and both grandmothers constantly giving him their undivided attention?), and we had a lovely time eating, drinking and sightseeing our way around town. after much gnashing of teeth, we've put together a highlight reel; what it lacks in metro pictures (because although we spent large chunks of time on trains, i didn't want to flash the camera there) and pictures of the picasso museum (because of course cameras aren't allowed inside, and outside there's nothing to see), it makes up for in pictures of pure miloliciousness. if i can ever finish posting it online, i'll post the link here.
the dark, seamy underbelly of this trip is that the thing about which i'd been repeatedly warned, the thing i thought i had escaped - the realization of what i'm missing with hans as a result of milo's fabulousness - hit me like a hurricane, beginning on the ride across the atlantic, accompanied by a side of death-ultrasound-flashbacks, and kept slamming me in waves of alternating horror and self-pity throughout the trip. why now? i don't know. but i've had enough, thank you. i need some peace.
peace will be hard-earned the next couple of weeks: my brother arrives from florida wednesday, to stay, on our couch, until he finds a job and an apartment or a house to buy here; my sister and her family arrive friday for christmas; we're doing christmas eve at home AND at my mother-in-law's, and christmas day both at home AND at justin's grandmother's; my father-in-law and his second-ex-wife-now-new-girlfriend (yes, that's right) arrive the day after christmas; and the friday after christmas we do it all again with my father-in-law's side of the family. that takes us right up to new year's, when we ALWAYS have a party, but i have no idea when or how that will happen, god help us.
i need a nap.
milo was mostly fabulous (and why wouldn't he be, with both parents and both grandmothers constantly giving him their undivided attention?), and we had a lovely time eating, drinking and sightseeing our way around town. after much gnashing of teeth, we've put together a highlight reel; what it lacks in metro pictures (because although we spent large chunks of time on trains, i didn't want to flash the camera there) and pictures of the picasso museum (because of course cameras aren't allowed inside, and outside there's nothing to see), it makes up for in pictures of pure miloliciousness. if i can ever finish posting it online, i'll post the link here.
the dark, seamy underbelly of this trip is that the thing about which i'd been repeatedly warned, the thing i thought i had escaped - the realization of what i'm missing with hans as a result of milo's fabulousness - hit me like a hurricane, beginning on the ride across the atlantic, accompanied by a side of death-ultrasound-flashbacks, and kept slamming me in waves of alternating horror and self-pity throughout the trip. why now? i don't know. but i've had enough, thank you. i need some peace.
peace will be hard-earned the next couple of weeks: my brother arrives from florida wednesday, to stay, on our couch, until he finds a job and an apartment or a house to buy here; my sister and her family arrive friday for christmas; we're doing christmas eve at home AND at my mother-in-law's, and christmas day both at home AND at justin's grandmother's; my father-in-law and his second-ex-wife-now-new-girlfriend (yes, that's right) arrive the day after christmas; and the friday after christmas we do it all again with my father-in-law's side of the family. that takes us right up to new year's, when we ALWAYS have a party, but i have no idea when or how that will happen, god help us.
i need a nap.
posted by laura at 10:03 PM
4 Comments:
the photo is beautiful and hearing about your fabulous trip to Spain was just what I wanted to find here today. So glad things are good. Sorry you're reliving the 'dead baby ultrasound' moments. I hope those thoughts go back to their deep dark place again forever. wishing you a very happy Xmas and a beautifl, Milolicious New Year.
xClare
It's so lovely to see those familiar self-portraits now with three people in them. It makes me smile for you.
I'm sorry that peace has eluded you (on more than one front, it would seem). Just take care of each other and the peace will come, I'm sure.
Happy Holidays!
He is so beautiful and your family is just amazing to look at. I'm sorry you're having waves of sadness, but at least know that the holidays are miserable for almost everyone. Says the divorce lawyer. I'm sorry the grief is hitting you now, but proud of you for feeling it and coping with it and still finding a way to enjoy your beautiful boys!
welcome back! What a grea pic of the three of you. I'm glad the trip went well, hope you can find some peace with the insane amount of stuff going on, and ((((((hugs))))) for the flashbacks.
Love the highlight reel! I see they haven't got too much farther on completing that cathedral....makes me feel better about the state of my house!
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