Cruise part three - our boys

I was worried before our cruise about my baby. Worried because he didn't sleep very well at night, he still nursed a few times a day, and he often was rather clingy to me. But I have an amazing mother-in-law. Saint Pauline I now call her. And I think I underestimated this baby. He quickly learned to love Nonna as his meal ticket, and she quickly sleep-trained him.

That's right, this 13-month-old now sleeps through the night. I. love. Pauline.

Here's my darling baby in the car Saturday night at the airport when we got back.



Here he is with daddy.


(For the record I took my pump on the cruise. He now nurses twice a day so we are still slowly weaning, my cute little baby!)


I shouldn't have worried about Andrew so much. I should have worried more about my four-year-old Benny boy. He missed us a lot. I heard rumors of some meltdowns and tears. He would tell me on the phone, "I'm still thinking about holding you."

Here we are reunited again:


I'm doing my hardest to spend some one-on-one time just with Benny every day, to help his behavior improve. He is the definition of a middle child.

Max did the best of all the boys. He was a good helper while we were gone, and I believe he would have been just fine if we were away 2 weeks. He often tells me Nonna is nicer. She took him to McDonald's afterall, and got him Costco pizza twice, and bought him a BeyBlade from Wal-mart (they are all the rage in his class).



I was so happy to see we didn't miss him losing a tooth! It happened Sunday while he and Benny were wrestling, and he ran up to show us.



I love that face!