boobz, if it makes you feel better about the Dolomites, we're currently scheduled to schlep across the Atlantic to visit my family when Cletus will be three months old, give or take.
Am feeling very grumpy now, as the original plan seemed "easy" - take a direct flight from Brussels to Chicago, meet my parents and drive 4 hours to my cousin's wedding at a nice summer resort in Michigan. Great opportunity to tick a LOT of family boxes with one stone, to mix my metaphors, and relax in a pleasant setting.
But was on phone with my mother last night and now want to SCREAM, as she's saying, "Well, you know, your gram won't be coming to the wedding, and a lot of other family members might also give it a miss - so it might be better to come to Houghton (the town where most of the family live), and then your aunt is only a few hours away from Chicago...and...and..."
I'm sorry, but to get to Houghton, we'd have to fly from Brussels to Amsterdam, from Amsterdam to Minneapolis, spend the night because of the connections, and take another tiny prop plane to Houghton. I DO NOT WANT TO DO THAT with a three-old! So now am feeling totally selfish and guilty as my mother keeps on about my gram saying "I hope I get to hold that baby before I die."
Sorry for the rant - just needed to get it off my (now 36C!!) chest.