Vindicated? Grandma; Thanksgiving Clinginess

For Thanksgiving, we went up to Andy's parents house, which has become our tradition of the last few years. We left on Wednesday after work and got back on Friday afternoon.

Ivan fell into deep sleep in the car that I managed to bring him into their house and put him to bed without waking him up. Which was great, except it made me wonder whether he would get freaked out if he woke up in the middle of the night and found himself in new surrounding. Of course, this happened. He woke up around midnight and was inconsolable. Not even "me me, could solve it." We finally brought him into our bed so he'd fall back asleep and then we put him back in his crib. After we repeated this twice, we finally let him sleep with out, until some 5 am when he decided it was time to get up and slid off the bed. This prompted Andy go to and sleep in the other room, where the crib was, with him. This was just as fine, because having the four of us--Andy, myself, Ivan and Mariposa (who always curles up at my feet, taking up too much space)--was too tight for a full size bed.

In the morning, Ivan was fine, as long as I was in the room with him. As soon as I'd leave the room, he'd freak out looking for his mama. He was also rather clingy, more so than usual. In the early morning when I took Mariposa out to pee and put on a jacket and shoes, he cried inconsolably, although he could see me through the door.

Maybe he was afraid that we were going to leave him up in York as we had done on previous two occasions. That, at least, was our hypothesis, because we couldn't figure out what else could be causing such drama.

Otherwise, Thanksgiving was nice and we had a great time. Ivan had a great time playing with his Mimi, Pop, aunts and cousins. Mariposa was excatic that we took her along. She was so exhausted afterwards that she slept two days straight.

On Friday we stopped at my parents house on our way back. Andy and I left the "kids" with my parents while we went to Target to shop. Apparently, there were no tears. There wasn't even a realization that we were gone, although we were away for over one hour.

My mother was in heaven. Why? It was kind of payback for Ivan not wanting to pronounce her name on the wedding photo a few weeks earlier. Even though he identifies Mimi and Pops on a photo, it's Baba he doesn't cry with.

Petty of my mom? Very much so.