Back alive...

I'm supposed to be searching for a new car online, but since there is nothing I hate more than car shopping, I'm blogging instead:). We had to make an impromptu trip up to Boston last week for Eric's grandfather's funeral. I decided that being left alone with a two-week-old was worse than traveling 13 hours each way (and in reality, it was much, much longer) in a two-door Honda Civic with three kids, so that's what we did. The highlights:

1. Honoring Eric's amazing grandfather, who lived a very full, 97-year-long life and helped a lot of people along the way, including us.
2. Brigham feeding a Mexican jumping bean to our hosts' dog.
3. Watching the fifteen minute process of Eric squeezing all three kids and their car seats into the back of his little car 6 or 7 times a day ("watching" being the operative word here).
4. Stopping in Baltimore to see my grandmother on the way home.
6. Breastfeeding in: a Japanese restaurant, a catholic church, during a funeral procession (we were going slow and had a police escort!), stuck in traffic on the George Washington bridge, and at what must have been every rest stop on the East coast.
7. Seeing Eric's Uncle Sandy who has named the boys "turtle man" (Brig) and "the bear" (Eric), but has yet to divine Marley's animal (these things take time to emerge, I'm told).
8. Observing little Eric's excitement as we entered the state of New Jersey (turns out his school friend is from there and talks about it a lot).

I have to say, I'm so glad we went, but I never, ever want to do that again. Ever.