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. 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....