May 24, 2010

Rock stars and documentaries

We survived! And Pie was a rock star!!! She was so good. Better than we could have hoped. She slept for a good portion of the drive, both there and back. And was so good natured about all the strangers wanting to hold and touch her. I think Husband and I had a harder time with it than she did. I'm so relieved it's over and we're back home.

I won't talk about it much, but Husband's family (well mother really) and I don't get along...AT ALL! Seeing her is always a stress-inducing effort to refrain from comment or physical combat. The rest of Husband's family is sweet, just very different than what I'm used to. He is from a very small, very rural, VERY southern town. I am from Michigan, just outside of Detroit. One of these things is not like the other! He sincerely has family members whom I cannot understand because of their accent. I just smile and nod.

Husband has been away long enough that he can recognize how alien their whole, very limited, universe is. As we were trying to go to sleep (in the camper on his parents front lawn) on Saturday night he said, "I feel like there should be a documentary crew following us." I laughed and agreed, I don't think people would believe us otherwise!

Narrator (in Australian accent of course): The travelling herd has entered a den of rednecks. They don't appear afraid of being so completely out numbered. OH NO! OH GOD! The den has descended on the little one. The herd has no chance of fighting them back. Their only hope is to leave the little one behind and run for their own safety!

Here are a few pictures from our adventure....

This is how we used to travel.
This is how we travel now....
...and this
...and this
...and this. Poor love was hanging on for dear life since we were driving so fast to get back home!
All in all it was a good trip and a great trial run for our trip to the beach in July. It gave us a pretty good idea what to expect and what to have ready! One more thought, dear internet, what is the right response to someone who comments that your child is fussy/crabby/cranky when, in fact, your child is 4 months old, 4 MONTHS OLD, and simply hungry, wet, tired, or overwhelmed by being thrust in a group of strangers who all want to touch her? Shut it or I'll cut you, comes to mind....


10 comments:

Tiffany Harkleroad said...

If they complain about her crying, politely say, if you could not walk, talk, feed bathe or dress yourself, and had no means of getting what you wanted, wouldn't you cry..... jerks.

Also maybe just say, you are cranky too, she's just a baby, what's your excuse.

sara said...

Tiffany, that made me laugh out loud. I'm totally using the what's your excuse line next time!

Angela said...

A camper on the front lawn?!?!...nice! You did need a documentray crew...glad you are home and things went well.

sara said...

Angela...Yup...a camper. I'll have pictures of that fun part later. All I can say is that I can now check go to the bathroom in one so small at least one leg has to stick out the door off my to do list.

Shonda said...

Thanks for following me! Yep that is the new way to travel. It does get lighter as they older. I moved Shrade's diaper bag stuff to a little back pack now. Whew! And when they walk it's easier too. Hey, let's go to the car and off they go! Sweet little one you have.

sara said...

Thanks Shonda, and welcome!

Cindy @ This Adventure, Our Life said...

Okay, so the packing, that is us now!! The camper on the front lawn, ohh tell me you got a photo (I do not know if I would have the guts either)...and to the comment, my gosh, why do people think they know your baby better than you!! Annoying, right?!! I would just look at them and say, that is nice...no I do not know, I usually just remind them she is a baby and that is what they do!!

sara said...

Cindy - I have lots of photos...those will be making an appearance shortly!

Annah said...

Those baby pics :) ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Sweetest thing evah.

sara said...

Thanks Annah! She was cracking us up passed out like that!

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