12a. Wichita, KS to Whiting, NJ; July 12 – 17, 2011

And then a 5 lb 11 oz glorious son came bounding to us a couple weeks sooner than expected.  Zach cried and slept and spit up and we loved him for it.


I saw clients and prosecuted cases.  We planted a garden of tomatoes and beans.  I wore overalls.  The garden grew.

Farmer Jim, digging and planting.
And watering.

We lived on little sleep.  And we showed off our baby at every turn.  Grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, and cousins came to visit.


We planned a trip to see Kristi’s grandparents in New Jersey.

Packing had been a half-hour generic throw clothes in a bag and the bag in the truck exercise.  It turned into a labor-intensive, methodical, two-day process.  For Kristi.

Zach needed bottles, diapers, wipes, clothes, a pack-n-play, and distracting toys.

We hit the road the afternoon of July 12 with no hard plans but to get there quickly.  We stopped a couple hours into the trip to feed Zach.  We stopped an hour later to change him.  We stopped and we stopped and we stopped.  A trip we would have made in a straight shot pre-baby now required two nights in a hotel.

Z was born ready to roll.

We plodded through the drive, arriving in New Jersey on July 14th.  Exhausted, but elated to see family.  And they were elated to see Zach.


We played Rummikub and Rook.  We took walks along the hallway.  Zach was a hit with all the residents.  He gave us cachet and got us the best tables at both the casual and formal dining eateries.

We ate grandma’s homemade bread and drank coffee.

The time went too quickly and we had to head south.  We left on July 17th.  It was the last time we saw grandpa.

Best pic of the entire trip.




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