My Little Angel

Eva was an incredibly patient baby through all this craziness, even with everything she had to put up with. All week I drove back and forth between Orange County and home, leaving around 9am and often not getting home before 10pm. All day she would run around Great-Grandma's large house, playing with the relatives and enjoying the commotion. Sometimes she'd get so wound up she'd refuse to nap in her playpen in the afternoon. Eva would finally fall asleep in the car seat on the way home, and sometimes end up sleeping in her clothes because I forgot to pack her pajamas. She didn't get her teeth brushed all week because I kept forgetting her toothbrush, though she would occasionally get a bath at my Grandma's house before the drive home. It was a pretty insane schedule. There was so much to do and so little time, and everyone was physically and emotionally exhausted. I'm glad it's over and things are starting to get back to normal.