Last year, Fourth of July weekend was a bit of a bummer. We were dealing with a broken adoption match and the heartbreak was intense.
This year was much different.
We now have Ginny. Our sweet, loving, adorable girl who has changed our lives. You would think we would be big into the fireworks and freedom celebrations. Um, not so much. First off I don’t know how a 10 month old would react to fireworks noises. I know she loves the lights, but the BOOM-BOOM might be a bit much for her little ears.
So for her first All-American Holiday, Ginny really didn’t have much of a fourth of July weekend. But she did have a celebratory weekend. It was actually a wedding weekend. Our former choir director Phillip, got married on the 4th, so we didn’t do any fireworks per se. It was a nice wedding though. Very Lutheran and very Minnesotan.
Oh and we REALLY enjoyed the weather up there in Minnesota. It’s at least 10 degrees cooler up there than Atlanta. aaaahhhhh bliss. Can I spend my Summers in Minnesota from now on, and my Winters in Atlanta? Such gorgeous weather. And green hills. Did you know they raise elk for meat up there? In pastures. Just like cows. I really wanted to stop and get a photo but we were pressed for time.
Also Ginny got to meet an Aunt from her birth family. We were only 6 hours apart, so Aunt Sherry and Uncle Curt volunteered to drive to meet us. Ginny certainly knew that she was meeting family, these arms are the only ones (other than mommy and daddy) that she went into willingly all weekend. It was a amazing. And Martin and I loved Sherry and Curt. Really lovely people.
The whole weekend was wonderful….right up till the night before we had to fly back.
We knew we had a two hour drive to the airport Monday, and we still needed to pack. But that shouldn’t be a problem. We figured Ginny would go to sleep soon and we could pack while she slept.
Serious first-time parent error there.
Ginny started getting irritable around 5 or 6 p.m. Even that failed to warn us of what was coming.
She calmed down a bit and we had dinner with the happy couple till midnight. Ginny stayed awake through all that. She clung to Martin and would not go down for sleep.
We needed to get up at 5 a.m. to pack and leave at 7 a.m…… so we really needed her to go down. At this point Ginny decided that no one really needed any sleep. She screamed all night. And she wouldn’t accept comfort from anyone except Martin. He sang himself hoarse. We eventually got up, put Ginny in the car and drove to the nearest Wal-Mart (at 2 a.m.) and bought teething tablets, benadryl, ambesol and anything else we could think of that might help.
Ginny eventually nodded off for about 2 hours. Just long enough for us to get an hour of sleep and get most of the bags packed before she woke up.
Poor thing. Her first tooth wasn’t this bad. I think it is because she is getting so many at one time. Her little mouth is filled with teeth buds.
And no, I don’t have photos of that. She will hardly let me see inside her mouth right now. I can’t imagine trying to snap a photo. So instead you will just have to be contented with photos of Ginny at the wedding.