Baby boy had his first road trip! We left Thursday to go to Pittsburg, Kansas to see the family and introduce my little man to everyone. Of course, getting ready to go was a feat in and of itself! Military strategists have an easier time than we did trying to figure everything out.
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The first issue was the fact that I had to take my car in to the shop that morning before we left - still not entirely sure what was wrong, but supposedly it's fixed now. The second issue was getting all four, count them, FOUR Great Danes up to the Lucky Dog Lodge (also known as 'camp') to be boarded. The third issue was the fact that Dad needed to drive separately as he needed to come back earlier than Mom and I, and the last issue was doing all of this with the boy, who needed to ride in either my Jeep or Mom's Nissan, as they have the car seat base.
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After much debate, it was decided that Dad would drive the minivan to my house with his two dogs, put them in my yard, and take my car to the dealership. Mom met him there, and took him back to their house to get the Hummer. They both returned to my home, to load up my one suitcase and the baby's twenty-eight-million things (amazing how much one little tiny person needs), and to get the Danes loaded into the van. Poor Dad drove the dogs to to LDL, with Mom following in the Hummer and the boy and I in the Nissan. This took more time to figure out how to do than it did to get accomplished!
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Once the pups were dropped off - Dad had been 'dog-ed' on the way and was covered in paw-prints and dane-drool - he took over the Hummer and Mom and I took the boy in the Nissan for the rest of the trip. I had fed Baby Dolton just before we left the house, and my angel baby slept all the way until about ten miles outside of Tulsa. We stopped at a fast food joint and I fed and changed him, and then he slept till about five miles outside of Pittsburg. Baby boy is such a good traveler!
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When we got to Bopper and Birdie's house, my aunt Sandy, cousin Todd, and his wife, Amy were there waiting to meet the guest of honor. This baby wasn't left alone for one second the whole four days we were there! Not that I leave him alone for hours on end, but I do put him in the swing to go to the bathroom or shower or whatnot. Not this weekend! There were oh-so-many hands waiting to hold the boy! It did get a bit confusing around my mom's folks - I call my grampa Papa, and that is now what my dad is going by as well. Mom and I tend to refer to Dad as Papa when we're talking about the baby or Emily, and I'm sure you can imagine how it went with two Papas!
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My little Monkey discovered his hands while we were up there! It is ever so much fun to play with your hands. He likes to pull on his fingers, and chew his fists, and he is now trying to grasp things. Baby boy has grabbed things before this, but always on accident. He would also hold small objects, but only if I put them in his hands first. Now he's starting to reach for things on his own! This morning he sat for quite awhile regarding his feet. Well, actually just his right foot. Lefty apparently held no interest for him. It was too cute!
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The best part of the whole trip was when the boy exploded all over his Grammie! She was holding him, and he let out the loudest fart... only it wasn't a fart. When Mom went to change him, poo squirted out the leg hole of the diaper all over her hand! She was hollering down the hall for me, and when I got to the bedroom, all I could do was laugh! We ended up having to give him a bath, but it was still freaking hilarious!
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He did almost as well on the way home - I did have to pump a little to feed him in the car seat once. But it wasn't the tenth level of hell I was expecting. It wasn't even purgatory! Now I sound like I'm Catholic. Well, it's late, the boy will need to be changed and fed, and I need some sleep. I'll put up the pictures that go with this post as soon as I get the chance.
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The first issue was the fact that I had to take my car in to the shop that morning before we left - still not entirely sure what was wrong, but supposedly it's fixed now. The second issue was getting all four, count them, FOUR Great Danes up to the Lucky Dog Lodge (also known as 'camp') to be boarded. The third issue was the fact that Dad needed to drive separately as he needed to come back earlier than Mom and I, and the last issue was doing all of this with the boy, who needed to ride in either my Jeep or Mom's Nissan, as they have the car seat base.
.
After much debate, it was decided that Dad would drive the minivan to my house with his two dogs, put them in my yard, and take my car to the dealership. Mom met him there, and took him back to their house to get the Hummer. They both returned to my home, to load up my one suitcase and the baby's twenty-eight-million things (amazing how much one little tiny person needs), and to get the Danes loaded into the van. Poor Dad drove the dogs to to LDL, with Mom following in the Hummer and the boy and I in the Nissan. This took more time to figure out how to do than it did to get accomplished!
.
Once the pups were dropped off - Dad had been 'dog-ed' on the way and was covered in paw-prints and dane-drool - he took over the Hummer and Mom and I took the boy in the Nissan for the rest of the trip. I had fed Baby Dolton just before we left the house, and my angel baby slept all the way until about ten miles outside of Tulsa. We stopped at a fast food joint and I fed and changed him, and then he slept till about five miles outside of Pittsburg. Baby boy is such a good traveler!
.
When we got to Bopper and Birdie's house, my aunt Sandy, cousin Todd, and his wife, Amy were there waiting to meet the guest of honor. This baby wasn't left alone for one second the whole four days we were there! Not that I leave him alone for hours on end, but I do put him in the swing to go to the bathroom or shower or whatnot. Not this weekend! There were oh-so-many hands waiting to hold the boy! It did get a bit confusing around my mom's folks - I call my grampa Papa, and that is now what my dad is going by as well. Mom and I tend to refer to Dad as Papa when we're talking about the baby or Emily, and I'm sure you can imagine how it went with two Papas!
.
My little Monkey discovered his hands while we were up there! It is ever so much fun to play with your hands. He likes to pull on his fingers, and chew his fists, and he is now trying to grasp things. Baby boy has grabbed things before this, but always on accident. He would also hold small objects, but only if I put them in his hands first. Now he's starting to reach for things on his own! This morning he sat for quite awhile regarding his feet. Well, actually just his right foot. Lefty apparently held no interest for him. It was too cute!
.
The best part of the whole trip was when the boy exploded all over his Grammie! She was holding him, and he let out the loudest fart... only it wasn't a fart. When Mom went to change him, poo squirted out the leg hole of the diaper all over her hand! She was hollering down the hall for me, and when I got to the bedroom, all I could do was laugh! We ended up having to give him a bath, but it was still freaking hilarious!
.
He did almost as well on the way home - I did have to pump a little to feed him in the car seat once. But it wasn't the tenth level of hell I was expecting. It wasn't even purgatory! Now I sound like I'm Catholic. Well, it's late, the boy will need to be changed and fed, and I need some sleep. I'll put up the pictures that go with this post as soon as I get the chance.
