So about two weeks ago, I made the trip up to see Gramma and Pawpaw on their farm. My earlier post, Part I, detailed the logistical nightmare of traveling as a “single parent” with an infant and a large dog. I can’t say I’d recommend attempting to travel like that, especially on a 90 degree day. Anyway, that was just short-term pain for what was just a pleasant weekend away from the heat and craziness of the city.
For example, instead of hearing a lawnmower at 7:30 in the morning, I heard roosters crowing. That’s a nice change.
Reese had a good time — Gramma saw to that. One of the wonderful gifts awaiting Reese when we arrived was a very nice, very large playpen. Similar to a Pack-n-Play, but bigger and roomier and with little built-in toys on the sides that kept small fry entertained. Another of the wonderful gifts for Reese was her first paddling pool, in the shape of a giant frog. From a distance, it appears as though a giant cartoon frog is eating my baby. Of course the waterbaby loved her new toy from her Gramma and Pawpaw:
