Ella had her first long car trip this weekend. For an infant, a long trip is defined as any second longer than they can go without eating. For Ella on the way to Yakima, that was almost at The Dalles, but she quieted down until we made it to Goldendale, our normal break spot so Barley can stretch and evacuate.
The weekend was also a bit of a whirlwind tour (the press circuit, as we started calling it) so various friends and family could meet her. Needless to say, she slept well at nights.
The drive back didn’t go as well, she decided she needed to eat again shortly after entering the reservation. It was also shortly after she had just eaten, but whose paying attention?
Traffic, heavy rain, and bright sun dictated we stop again in Goldendale, to again get gas and feed. Then she was satisfied until just outside Troutdale where traffic came to a dead stop on I-84. She was not pleased. Michelle crawled into the back to see what she could do, but it feeding wasn’t an option. She did manage to do a rapid-diaper change without getting poo in the car, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Ella, who was distraught until we reached home (a little faster thanks to Marine Dr.)