Father's Day Road Trip

This weekend we ventured out on our first road trip.

Destination: my fathers house 

Travel Time: 3 hours + 1 hour for Extremely Slow Vehicle 

(we decided to take the van)

Special Passenger: Nana Sheree

The following is a picture of the obscene amount of baby gear that we packed for the weekend.

Casey thought we could have shaved it down a little.

I insisted that we would need it all.

There is an inverse relationship between the size of the child 

and the amount of things needed for him/her.

Ori is very small.

Due to the volume of baby stuff, Purple was initially concerned that 

there would be no room for her,

but she eventually found a small corner to curl up in.

Two hours after our planned departure Grandma Elisabeth buckled Orin in and we were finally ready for the road.

We made it about 15 minutes before Ori had his first meltdown.

Luckily, we were close to a rest area and his crisis turned out to be only minor so we were able to get back on the road quickly.

When we arrived at my fathers house, my friend from high school came over and taught Casey his first song on his new guitar (Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here).

The next day was father's day.

I (following my regular routine) messed up and did not finish Casey's fathers day present in time, so there will be pictures of that later but Orin, who is very timely, (thanks to his Nana) gave him a "Father Knows Best" mug.

Later that afternoon my father had some friends over for a birthday/fathers day party (it was my stepmothers' birthday) and we all lounged in the sun and filled our bellies with cake. 

Who knew that following this day of sunshine and warm weather there would be a freak thunder/lightning/hail storm that would leave a large patch of ice on the front porch?

It certainly gave Nana Sheree a taste of some east coast weather.

 

And now, a crying baby pulls me from this blog post and onto what he considers to be much more important things.

Hope you are all well.