Saturday morning, after 7 weeks of infiltrating my in-laws house in Newport Beach, we over-packed the family truckster and slowly made the drive up to my parent's house in northern California. Oh it was a LONG trip... a very, very long trip. What should have been a mere six hour drive, turned in to the nine hour journey from hell as Grady had a high'ish fever and screamed for hours on end. I had to pull off the freeway every hour or so in what was ultimately a failed attempt to ever console him. So. Not. Fun.
As we'll be here for the better part of a month, we wanted to bring as many creature comforts from southern California as possible. Of course, we brought the dog. (Who was frankly so worried we'd leave her behind that she followed me around as I packed all Saturday morning, and then jumped into the back of the Land Rover and refused to move for fear I may change my mind). We also had the best intentions of purchasing a bike rack and schlepping the girls bikes up here. Though that idea quickly fell to the wayside when I discovered I'd first have to buy a tow hitch (for the low price of $458 ... which, by the way, despite that ridiculous price does NOT come with anything else ...) and THEN I could buy the bike rack (for another $250+). Seriously? It was far cheaper to buy the girls overpriced bikes today at both Wal-Mart and Target ... and less crap that I'll have to move between houses. Smart thinking, eh?
So here we are now, hanging our hats in the East Bay before we head back down to So Cal next month when we finally move into our rental house. Grady's fever has finally gone down after four days of it hovering around 102. The girls are bike riding fiends. I'm doing a tad more shopping before my trip to NYC this weekend. And we're off over the next few days to visit a bunch of girlfriends who I've known since both high school and college.
August ... here we are!
Grady only has eyes for his sisters ...