Our (mostly) good girl goes to Boston

The trip to Boston began early, early in the morning for us yesterday, which worked out quite well, thank you very much. Maya didn't object to being pulled into consciousness at 4:30am and took the long but thankfully direct flight as just another confusing yet stimulating adventure. Maya survived the 5+ hour flight unscathed after almost constant breastfeeding accented by chatty moments used to charm the surrounding passengers and flight attendants. We thought we were golden. But on the ride from the airport back to my in-laws place, Maya changed from that perfect little Huggies commercial angel into something darker, more ominous, more Hulk-like. Which is totally unfair, since she largely took in stride the fact that we'd just flown cross-country without even a single tantrum on her or our parts. Maya just reached the end of her rope thanks to stimulation overload and spent much of the remainder of day and evening screaming like we'd just let her out of the cage in the attic. Not even a bath cooled her down, but there were still moments when the Grandparents and Aunt Katie could glimpse the darling personality bragged of so often. Maya slept through the night, however, and just now she's beginning to stir. Big day ahead. The big event is a graduation party for Grandpa Elliot who got a Masters degree at the JFK School - not exactly expected to be a keg-stands-and-jello-wrestling affair, but this is my first Harvard grad weekend so I'm open to whatever the kids do out here. And a get-to-know-one-another playdate for Maya with Amelia, Penelope and August among possible others doubles up the above the fold headlines. Lots more to report later, I presume. I need to find a USB cord to upload pics so my apologies to those looking for more visuals. Please check back - I assume I'll have them up later today. Rock on.