A couple of weeks ago our little family braved its first cross-country trip. Traveling from Corvallis, Oregon to Macomb, Illinois with a 5-month old entailed almost four hours in a car, five hours on two plane rides, lengthy layovers and interesting episodes changing diapers in airplane bathrooms. This would be, as we anticipated, a new brand of parental torture.
Okay, it wasn't that bad, but there were some moments. Our first flight, for instance, from Portland to Minneapolis saw us accompanied by the entire Southern Oregon football team. Our apologies to the very polite lineman sandwiched between our hyper-fidgety, whining breastfed baby and a tiny window.
In the end, the two days of travel torture were well worth the trip. We all had a great time visiting with family and reacquainting Eliza to her grandparents as well as introducing her to aunts, uncles and cousins. Here are some highlights:
Uncle Steve and Aunt Amy, who seemed to possess eerily familiar, Mommy-comforting powers.
Great Grandma Coplan, poochers and the ever-amazing wonder of little animals.
Eliza's other Uncle Steve and her Aunt Wee-wee bravely fighting the battle of "What Can We Do to Keep This Baby from Crying."
Papa and Nana, overcome with joy at having both grandkids in their arms at the same time:
Four generations in one picture:
Grampa Bob proving that all you have to do to entertain this baby is act really, really weird:
