Beverly and I have been friends since before we had kids, and now we have four little stair steps between the two of us.
On Saturday we headed up to visit Luke's family and go to the fall festival in their town. There were a bunch of vendors and little fair rides, but the highlight was seeing Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Lyd. We hung out with everyone for a bit at Grandma's house before we headed over to the festival. The kids played Plinko, got balloons, and ate sticky lollipops. And once Jonah had had enough, we headed back- and, of course, Jonah fell asleep in the five minutes it took to drive back to Grandma's house. Since our van was in the shop up that way anyhow, I drove Jonah home while Luke and Noelle waited for the van to be ready.
Earlier that day after dropping off the van to get worked on, we had strapped Jonah into the infant car seat in the Fit to drive home. Technically he's a little bit too big for it, but close enough that we made it work. Well, on our way back, he puked up all the juice he'd had that morning and completely drenched himself and the seat. Poor kid was really upset, and as Luke was trying to take apart the seat so we could get everything washed, we decided it just wasn't worth it. The seat has already been expired for a year and a half, and we had decided we are going to replace it if we ever have a third. So now the carseat is sitting out on the curb ready to be picked up on trash day. The sentimental side of me is sad to see it go since both of my littles spent the first year of their life traveling in that seat- lots of memories! (But also, that seat is so gross and needs to be tossed!)
our little climber