You are welcome to call me crazy. Because I am.
On Sawyer’s one month birthday we set out on a 463-mile journey that took us though temper tantrums, beautiful countryside, roadside feeding sessions, six diapers and plenty of adventure.
Did I mention that an eight-hour trip can easily turn into a 12-hour trip with a kiddo? It’s true.
My sweet husband, rather than telling me I’m nutso, just nodded his head and agreed that I should go if I really wanted to. The occasion was both a childhood friend’s wedding and introducing my little one to someone I see as an incredible example before she moved away to Albuquerque, NM.
I’ll admit that it was probably a little naive to think an eight hour car ride could be good for a month old baby. But along the way we made some memories that will last a lifetime. Having a baby in the car taught me to really stop and smell the roses, put someone else’s needs far above my own and best of all it taught us both how to self soothe. Our sweet Sawyer can put himself to sleep like a pro now if he is tired enough. Winning.
It was a quick trip, but so worth it to see so many people I love and introduce them to the love of my life.
I already miss this girl so much. Our babies are only one month apart. I still remember meeting up fro FroYo and simultaneously saying, “I have something to tell you.” Nine months later, she is still one of my best friends and someone I really look up to. So glad our munchkins got to meet before our husband’s residencies scattered us to the four winds.
It was both strange and wonderful to see these two marry each other. I’ve known Brett since age eight and Amanda since our years together at Girls Camp, through college, hikes up Half Dome and beyond. So happy for them both!
Little Ava and baby Sawyer!
The lovely Lora. Since the age of eight, this woman has been like family to me.
Showing Sawyer around the beautiful Mono Lake. We took the drive back slow and enjoyed all the scenery.
Where will our feet take us next?
Giggles at Eric Schatt’s Bakery in Bishop – a road trip tradition. We squeezed in just in time, right before it closed.
