I just returned to Salt Lake after spending a week in Oregon with my family. Traveling with a baby is a whole new world that I was thrown into full force on the trip out to Oregon. This picture is exactly what Harrison did for two straight hours on the plane. From gate to gate. A newborn cry would have been tough to listen to for two hours but tolerable. But my child's sweet newborn cry disappeared weeks and weeks ago, and a full scream has replaced it. I think at one point on the plane I was both pouring sweat and crying right along with Harrison. My parents were there to pick us up at the airport and as the first man came out of the gate my mom heard him say...."That was brutal." Right then and there she knew her grandson had had a complete meltdown.The meltdown continued on the drive all the way to Ashland and then some. My dad the 'baby whisperer' as he is known, finally got him to calm down enough to fall asleep. I am going to go on record and say that the evening of October 12, 2007 was one of the worst of my life. Good thing my baby is so darn cute.
The next morning when Harrison was down for his morning nap in his blue & gray car pj's, my nephew Asher (who's favorite thing in the world are cars) asked his mom: "Hey mommy....where's that car baby?" I knew then that the trip to Oregon was worth the plane debacle.
Harrison had a lot of first's this week. His first trip to the Clark farm to pick apples. His first high-chair experience. His first swing in Nanna's peach tree. His first trip to Grandpa's shop. All in all I realized even more how wonderful a place Ashland Oregon is, and what a wonderful place it was to grow up. I only wish I would have appreciated it more when I lived there. I am looking forward to spending Christmas there with my awesome husband and our sweet little car baby.
Harrison and I at the Clark Farm
Harrison in Nanna's peach tree
