Over Labor Day weekend we went to Wisconsin for my cousin Emily's wedding. The flight to Minneapolis-St. Paul wasn't bad at all. Rowan was extremely well-behaved, the flight was smooth, and the airport was easy to navigate. We rented a car for the second leg of the journey. That went okay, too. I was a little stressed about traveling with Rowan's car seat, plus all of our other luggage, but there was really no need. Delta was most accommodating with our gear and we had no issues. Thank goodness!
Wisconsin was lovely. The weather was perfect, the countryside beautiful, and the residents friendly. I was told that they were in the middle of a drought but I couldn't tell. The rolling hills looked verdant and lush to me. And the few cows we saw looked happy and well-adjusted. Summers up there are really pleasant. Heaven knows those poor people need something to look forward to after all those months of icky snow and ice.
The wedding was a lot of fun. Emily had planned several events to keep out-of-towners entertained. We missed out on the canoe trip (From the stories we heard, I'm kind of glad we didn't make it. I prefer my canoe trips to take place in the canoe rather than swimming alongside it. I guess that's what happens when you mix Bloody Mary's and boating.) but were able to attend the rehearsal luau (Emily and Jake live in Hawaii so they wanted to inject a little island flair into their special weekend) and other festivities.
We thought we might run into a big mess back in MSP on Sunday because of the Republican National Convention. Amazingly, it was quite dead. Even the traffic around the city was tame. You would never have known that a major event was taking place there. Had it been Atlanta, there would have been much chaos.
Rowan was not so good on the flight back. I blame it all on the 1-year-old sitting in front of us. Every time Rowan tried to fall asleep, that other baby would cry or scream and wake him up! Arghh! I think he cried for the last 30 minutes of the flight. Poor thing. He was so exhausted. I know the little girl in front of us was ragged out, too. Her poor parents. They looked about as wrung out as I felt. Jeremy declared that we will not be flying with Rowan any time soon. It really wasn't that bad. At least he didn't holler the whole flight. Now that would have been a nightmare!
Jeremy and I went to see Chris Isaak in concert this past weekend. Rowan stayed with Wendy for the evening. It was nice to get out by ourselves and not have to be on high alert for a few hours. Throw Chris Isaak into the mix and you've got one heck of a night out. :-)
The concert was at an interesting venue down in Peachtree City. It's called The Fred (there's a longer, more formal name that I won't bore you with.) and it's an amphitheater in the woods. It's in a park, along with a skateboard park, BMX, ramps, picnic tables, etc. Very cool.
PC is an interesting place overall. It's planned community and part of that plan includes miles of golf cart trails. You can zip from your house to the Publix, to school, and then back home again - all from the comfort of your family-sized golf cart. We had noticed a lot of carts as soon as we turned on the main road to the Fred. We got the scoop from the couple sitting next to us.
When we went to pick up Rowan at about 11:45 that night we saw Wendy and Rowan standing in the driveway. "This can't be good," we said in unison.
True to form, Rowan was throwing his nightly tantrum about going to bed for the night. Wendy had rocked, and soothed, and petted, and jiggled him for quite awhile. Her husband, Alex, even took a turn while she readied her kids for bed. I had given Wendy the head's up about Rowan's extreme crankiness so she wasn't too worried about him. She said she would have felt terrible had she not known this was business as usual. I was really hoping that she would have some kind of mama voodoo that would cure Rowan of his nocturnal madness - but no. We will continue to experiment with different methods until we find the right one - or, until he grows out of this, or we all end up in the loony bin.
Speaking of Rowan and sleeping, I better go get him up. That dog has been snoozing since midnight. Lucky! (said with a Napoleon Dynamite accent.)
P.S. I've been taking photos and will try to post them asap.
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Awesome, I´m going to have to check out The Fred. =)
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