** Please read after the pictures until you judge me, Chris, Steve, and Carly
It was a lovely (read: cloudy and a bit chilly) long weekend Sunday and the Blatz family was all set to meet Grandma and Papa in Deception Pass for the third year in a row. Brad and Sarrah were planning on spending the night and took their trailer. Having vowed to not go camping with babies, Carly and Mara decided that their families would just go for the day...and why not in the same van?
Fast forward to 45 minutes over the US border in a transmission-less van on the side of the I5 (and when I say “the side” I mean it in the most basic (the car shakes on the free way shoulder when large vehicles drive by) way).
Two LONG hours later of keeping a 7 month old, a one year old, and a two and a half year old potty trainer entertained (props to Carly for bringing a portable potty into the car), the tow truck and Carly’s parents arrived to save the day. Seeing as thought there were four adults and three car seats (we are not crazy, we roll like this often), Carly, the Jack Attack, and I went with the tow truck.
Now, as the tow truck experience could really be future blog post on its own, I will only say that Jerry in USA didn’t wear a seat belt, had been hit by a car, rolled a truck down a mountain, and had three daughters with no baby mama (not that there is anything wrong with that), while I am pretty sure that Headly, the skinniest, bossiest, “Canadian” tow truck driver was almost definitely an illegal immigrant.
Well, you think that the day would inevitably end at Steve and Carly’s house over a pizza and a (much needed) cocktail...
No, no, the evening actually ended with Leif (the 2 ½ year old potty trainer with a weak tummy and awesome gag reflexes’), both pooping under the table on Chris’ foot, and then puking because it was so gross.
And Scene...this actually happened
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