scotland...sigh

So I've been harassed by a certain sister-o-mine to update the blog. In Oliver news he is crawling, clapping, and stood alone for 20 seconds yesterday.
In other news, this time last year Shane and I were in Scotland. It has been a rough year since returning from there. We talk often about if it was the right decision. Then I think about the fact that Oliver's grandparents would have seen him at Christmas and in March. I just can not fathom that. I love that Oliver shakes with excitement when he sees his Grandma. It has been such a blessing to live next to my parents this past year. They have been so much help to us. I think about being in labor and how much help mom was (with that "Ah yes, I remember that, thats normal" attitude) and how I didn't have to cook for 2 months after having Oliver because we were still living at my parents. Then I think about the rock hard bed in Scotland. And the ridiculously useless pillows. And I think about when the midwife asked me where my pubic bone was (so she could measure my belly) and I thought she said "On what date were you born" so I said my birthday instead of "yes." I think about those things and I realize that no matter how many trials we have gone through this year that it was definitely the right decision to come home.