new mexico in july

We went home to New Mexico for the 4th of July. Iris is still on oxygen after this most recent respiratory infection, so we rented a concentrator and flew down to Santa Fe. Had the batteries for the concentrator worked predictably, the flight out of Denver would have been very low stress... or at least medium stress. Unfortunately, we discovered that one of the batteries wasn't working while we were at the airport and that pushed Evan and me into disaster management. We don't handle disasters in the same way, which contributes to the stress. We were finally able to arrange for last minute oxygen service while in Los Alamos and were still able to make the flight without medical emergency. Phew.

The flight itself was easy. Iris loved flying in the airplane and napped on Daddy's lap as I daydreamed and looked out the window. We flew over the Great Sand Dunes and I was struck with regret that Evan and I haven't done more hiking since we've been in Colorado. Not that our lives have really offered that opportunity lately. 

Once we got to Granddad's house, Iris immediately wanted to play with Granddad. Her favorite things to do at Granddad's house are to play with water and to play the piano. We somehow haven't managed to get to a swimming pool this summer in Denver, but we did make a quick pre-rain trip to the neighborhood swimming pool in Los Alamos. Iris gets cold very quickly in the water, but she loved having Daddy throw her in the air. 

A sprinkler and a bucket

Singing, "The Wheels on the Bus," and "Mary Had a Little Lamb."

A new favorite activity

Iris tolerated the oxygen cord well while we were on our trip. She actually doesn't like to take it off sometimes, which seems weird to me. We are doing twice daily Flovent treatments, which she barely tolerates though she likes them better when she can pass the mask around to everyone to make sure we all get our treatments. "Oh! I forgot! It's your turn!" she hollers.

Flovent treatment, twice a day

We got to hang out with my brother a fair amount, too, which is always valuable.  

Uncle Mike & Iris discover a pen with a light on it

Feeding the ducks at Ashley Pond

Incredibly, I didn't get any good photos of Iris and Granddad, but here's one of them as we go into the Santa Fe airport on our way home.

Photo with Granddad

The trip did feel like a vacation, in spite of the massive load of stuff we had to pack with us. Traveling with a toddler is much more complicated than traveling solo, and I think we're getting pretty good at it. I still haven't created a packing checklist, which my dad always suggests as a good way to prepare for any trip. Or maybe I have and I forgot about it... In any case, we're headed out to California next for Evan's parents' 40th wedding anniversary. We're very excited and Iris won't have to be on oxygen at sea level. Hooray.