YAY, home!

I ended up flying standby for the very first time. I got up very early and took the bus to the airport in the hopes of taking an earlier flight. It worked, and I got home around 4:30!

Although I was so thrilled to see my boys, A was not very happy to see me. I'm not sure if he didn't recognize me or if he just at that moment realized that I hadn't been around... it was very different from his stranger anxiety, and he got this HUGE pout and just started crying and clinging to M. As I held him, he kept trying to get back to M. We went out to eat after the airport, and he finally started acting like he knew me at that point, but it wasn't until bathtime that he started smiling at me. So there we were for our happy family reunion, and both A and I were in tears. **sigh**

While I was away, he voice changed. I can't explain it, but it's definitely different. He also looks a lot longer.

He now pulls himself up to standing, which made bathtime pretty tough last night! M also said that he can now sort of get himself up a step.

Despite my fears that A would wake for the day at 5:30, he's pretty much still on the same schedule as when I left. He woke a lot more times than he used to after 5, but he also went back to sleep after breakfast, which allowed me to sleep a little late, shower, and get on here.