Screamfest

Yes, we went to Pixieland but before that we went to a family wedding. We drove five hours in a car with an almost three year old and a 10 week old (hold your applause until the end please...)

A five hour drive with a two year old is like driving a car that's out of alignment. You are constantly managing and redirecting. Handing them toys (to shut them up), playing music for them (the same song 447 times), and praying they take a nap. Landon did pretty well on the way out there. Coco did pretty well too, we stopped every three hours so I could feed her, I felt like I had planned everything well. We were on track, arrived early at our hotel, our room was perfect...everything was coming up roses. Roses I tell ya!
Wait.
I almost said it.
I almost said out loud how perfect everything was going. Better not say that out loud to hubby because it will all go up in smoke! (insert I told you so)

We headed to the wedding dressed and pressed.

This was an outdoor ceremony at a vineyard. We picked a seat in the back row, near the door to the indoor reception area (experienced Mother here people. I know how to make a quick getaway!)

The ceremony began. And so did SCREAMFEST 2009.

Maybe you think I'm exaggerating. Think again. She screamed so loud they could hear her from where I was hovering in the back of the reception hall. I tried to calm her, feed her, kill her (just kidding), but she kept screaming. After I fed her I handed her over to hubby and went to drink a bottle, I mean glass of wine. She screamed the rest of the night. We stuck her in the corner of the room and hit the dance floor while the grandmas took turns rocking the stroller. It was ugly. UGLY. She finally passed out hours later. She even slept through the night (smart move lady).
Next five hour drive I am letting Coco drive in her own car. Or Landon will drive and she can work the tunes.
The Mrs.