On Father’s Day morning, Jason, Henry and I packed up a substantial amount of luggage and boarded Henry’s first ever jet plane to Colorado for my sister’s wedding week. We arrived in Denver around 11am, picked up our ridiculously large rental Expedition (it’s a long story), and headed out to our hotel in Westminster, a nearby suburb. We were fortunate to have booked a great deal on Priceline for a room at the Residence Inn, which afforded us quite a bit more space than a standard hotel room. As small as he is, Henry certainly requires a lot more square footage than Jason or I ever needed on our own. We unpacked ourselves into our home away from home, took a short nap and made our way to my soon-to-be brother-in-law’s parents’ for dinner.

After a brief introduction to his parents and younger sister back in October, it was lovely to meet the rest of Teddy’s family Sunday night. His sister Libby, along with her husband Matt and their four adorable little girls, were delightful and made us feel right at home. Teddy’s brother, Anthony, was engaging and welcoming as we all sat down to dinner together. The evening went on in a very relaxing and familial sort of way; it was of course wonderful to see my sister and to share in her joy as she prepared herself to become a part of Teddy’s family. She is so welcome among them already, and I know that her role in their lives will only deepen and grow as Teddy’s wife. Jason, Henry and I made our way around 9:30pm, stopping at Target for some necessary items (read diapers and wipes for the kiddo) before we settled in for the night back in Westminster.

On Monday, Jason helped Teddy move bedroom furniture from Bridget’s apartment to their new place about 45 minutes away. We all enjoyed a little Chick-fil-A, then worked on unpacking books and hanging curtains to make the space feel a bit more like home. Back at Bridget’s place later that evening, we ate dinner together and started in on program and place card production for the wedding. We capped off the night with a visit to Little Man Ice Cream, where we treated ourselves to a few different flavors for sampling before Henry very adamantly declared he’d had enough activity for the day. It’s really too bad we didn’t sneak in a photo of Henry with the two story high milk can that Little Man Ice Cream is known for…they named the place in his honor after all!

Henry had no trouble sleeping in his new environment–so long as we left him asleep in his car seat or brought him to bed with us if he was awake. He wanted nothing to do with the Pack ‘n Play thankyouverymuch, so we slept like statues in our King-sized bed each night to make sure Henry had enough breathing room. Inevitably, I’d wake up each morning with the little guy curled up right close beside me. It was cozy, sure, but a little stressful as well. Henry seemed un-phased  and happy to be with his momma, and since it was the only way to get any sleep ourselves, we caved for the occasion. Side Note: over the course of the week, Henry’s stretches at night grew longer and longer until Saturday night, when he topped off at 7.5 hours straight–the longest he’s ever slept. We’re not sure if it was the altitude, the bed or another factor, but guess who’s back to 3 hour stretches now that we’re home? (It was glorious while it lasted, and it gave me hope!)

On Tuesday, J, Henry and I took a family day trip up into the mountains…more on that tomorrow:) For now, I’m sleepy, and trying to follow the “sleep when the baby sleeps” rule of thumb a bit more closely.

henry is finally out, and so…here i go,

mm