…Okay, so it wasn’t actually a nightmare. I mean, I made it to Utah in one piece, more or less.
Road trips bring out the artsy in me.
On this trip to Utah, I am the biggest third wheel I’ve ever been—I don’t particularly like the feeling. See, I’m tagging along on a road trip with my sister and her husband (plus their precious baby boy {so I guess that makes me a fourth wheel}), and I’m sort of worried we look like a modern-day polygamist family or something, which is so not my thing—polygamy is for the birds. Plus, it’s going to be especially weird when my sister is running her marathon tomorrow, and I have to go out for breakfast with her husband and baby boy. People might talk. I thought about taking off my own wedding ring, but then it might just look like we’re living in sin, and wouldn’t that be a little worse? No matter how I toss the dice (now I’m gambling—I’m really on the highway to Hell!), it’s bad business; but I was promised a free omelet, and I don’t ever pass up deals like that.
None of this has anything to do with what I’m talking about today, though. Focus, Camille.
It has come to my attention that every family does the Road Trip Thing a little differently.
Poor Kyle and I have road trips down to a fine art—at least, I thought we did. But that’s just for the Poor Kyle + Camille family, I suppose. In Anonymous My Sister’s family, their boats don’t float our way. For example, even if I give an hour’s warning for a necessary bathroom break, we aren’t allowed to stop—in her family, stops are planned before the road trip begins, and that’s final. (My sister’s husband, Flint, is normally a nice enough guy, but he sort of becomes a tyrant when road trip driving times are on the line. Good thing he married her and not me…and that’s all I’m going to say.)
Also, I’d like to address the small matter of children—they are very needy, aren’t they?
That’s all I’m going to say about that, too.
At any rate, I love ’em all, every last one. They are such a happy little family, as is evident in these pictures from an impromptu trip at a Utah park. (But don’t worry—we didn’t stop at a park until we had already reached our destination. Detours are not an option in my sister’s family.)
High maintenance or not, the kid’s got charisma. You should see him wink. (You probably will before this trip is through.)
Don’t be fooled—my brother-in-law looks all lighthearted when he’s at the playground, but behind the wheel…ADOLF.
Anyway, they’re cute together. And happy. And there’s a lotta love, so that’s good.
“I would very much like to taste the flavour of this black rubber contraption… It looks delicious…” I like to imagine what the kid is thinking sometimes. It keeps me entertained. I need entertaining on long road trips.
This shot was totally candid. I think they must love each other or something.
This was a little less candid, but equally precious; don’t try to deny it.
Look how buff my anonymous sister’s arms are! She’s the good daughter… (She hates when I say that.)
But I’m good, too. We’re both good. (Brian Regan, anyone?)
If you look at this picture from far enough away, you almost can’t tell that it’s blurry. Leave it to me to focus on the slide instead of the kid—I should be locked up for failures like this.
As of now, my sister has not started the marathon yet. Hopefully I’ll be able to update her progress throughout tomorrow morning. I hope she doesn’t die while running—I think I probably would.
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