Ain't No Mountain High Enough

This weekend, Thomas left me home alone with the Worm and went mountain climbing with a work buddy, Nathan and another friend, Mark.  They went up to Mount Shasta in Northern California, camping out in a snowstorm, but finally ascending to the top!  Thomas was recovering from a sprained ankle, so I was very impressed that he made it.

I survived my first two nights home alone with Virginia while he was gone.  I had lots of help from Thomas's parents, who had me over for dinner on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  The only event of any note was that Virginia had her first bout of inconsolable crying on Saturday night while we were with the Harveys.  She's generally a very happy baby and only cries when she's hungry - a problem that can be easily remedied.  She's never had any tummy troubles that have caused her pain, but she had a very painful bout of gas that night.  We were beside ourselves trying to comfort her.  The only person in the house who was unfazed was Uncle Steven - apparently his son, Beau, cried like this all the time.  I'm so relieved I don't have a colicky baby.  One night like this was enough!