Iain did not sleep the whole way. Let's just get that on the table right off.However, he was a Very Good Boy. He spent a substantial portion of his waking time giggling and making spitty noises with his tongue. He only cried a little.
One reason he was sooo happy is that we plied him with delicious vittles from side-of-the-road dining establishments such as Tudor's Biscuit World of Hurricane, West Virginia. There, Iain enjoyed an apple biscuit, which is truly a thing of wonder. It consists of sauteed apples (extremely sweet and dusted with cinnamon), sandwiched into a buttermilk biscuit. Yum. And perfect for a baby who has no interest in meat. I think this is a major contribution to our culture from West Virginia.
Later, Iain learned to love ketchup and donated 82 cents to Wendy's adoption charity. He's learning and growing, y'all.
He also listened as we snorted with derision at places like Polish Mountain (1246 feet high). We do not feel that anything short of 10,000 feet is a mountain.
In other news, toes taste good.So we're at Miriam's house, happily ensconced, fed, watered and made welcome by Maddalena, Kelly and Brian. Tomorrow we relax and perhaps do a bit of shopping before heading down to the airport for our international adventure. Fingers crossed that it goes as well as today.
2 comments:
Good to hear it went well. Fingers are crossed hear for the flight.
Yea! You made it! See, that wasn't so bad! When you wake up, call our UK mobile on our house phone. Did you sleep alright? Was the front room okay for Iain? Details please!
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