I have been in 11 states in the last four days.
That's a fifth of them, you guys.
As I mentioned in my previous (nonsensical) post, I flew up to Boston on Wednesday to ride with my brother from there to Colorado Springs, where he and his wife are moving this month.
I got there Wednesday night and crammed in a double-dinner of Nick's Roast Beef (you'll never want Arby's again if you eat here) and clam chowder at a second restuaurant. I wanted both since it was probably the last time I would visit Boston for a while, so they kindly obliged.
Actually, my pregnant sister-in-law relished the experience - she's in her second trimester and it seems that she just can't get enough food (she is also super-tiny and adorable and all belly). I'm not even close to pregnant but who am I to be an unsupportive sister-in-law? Bring on the multiple-meal meals!
That morning, Shane and Cassandra had their "find out if it's a boy or a girl" ultrasound, and Shane wanted to wait until I arrived to tell me/everyone else.
Our mother was not a fan of this idea. At all. Which obviously made it all the more fun (see what happens when you let us push your buttons, Mom?).
When I arrived, they handed me a stack of ultrasound pictures and had me "guess," though the "money shot" didn't make it a difficult guessing game at all - It's a BOY! I'm super-excited for them (they are SO well-suited for a boy) and for me (a nephew weeee!). His name is Devin and he will be all kinds of cool.
Shane and I left early Thursday morning and drove 15 hours through Massachusets, Conneticut, New York, Pennslyvania, Ohio (where I kept missing the turns and trying to go to Cleveland, apparently) and ended up in Fort Wayne, Indiana for the night. Fort Wayne was a little out of our way but Shane basically insisted that I get to see my buddy Ellyn, even though it added some time to the drive. (Squee.)
We enjoyed a really nice breakfast with El and the kids (Coen smiles at me now - I'm wary of the positive attention after all the time he spent in judement of me, so don't worry, I'm on my guard) and spent Friday driving through Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, and Kansas. When we finally stopped in Hays, Kansas at about midnight, we were having a tough time finding a hotel on Hotwire so when we finally got one booked we asked the front desk lady what the big event was in the area.
We figured she would say something about a Kansas State game, but instead, her answer surprised us.
"Pheasant hunting," she said.
"Pheasant hunting?" we replied.
"Yeah, you're lucky to even get a room. They've got everything in this area booked solid," she said.
The next day, we were talking about the pheasant hunting.
"Have you ever eaten a pheasant?" Shane asked.
"No, I don't think so," I replied, "but I'm guessing it's probably a lot like any other bird."
"It's a bird?" Shane asked.
"Uh, yeah..." I said. "What were you picturing?"
"A little poor guy," he replied.
"A British one?"
"Yeah," Shane said, "like in Oliver Twist."
If they're hunting little poor Englishmen in Kansas, I guess it makes sense that people would want to come see that.
Saturday was a short drive thanks to our two long days before, so we got to Colorado Springs at about 2 p.m. and had some time to unload the car at Shane's rental house and do a little baby clothes shopping now that we know that they're having a boy.
Shane wanted a little Broncos jersey, so we headed to the mall to see what JC Penny had. As we passed by ridiculous onsies and tiny shirts that said stupid stuff like "My grandma hearts me" and "Daddy's little genius" and "My auntie is cooler than your auntie" (alright that one is totally true) and "Txt me for a good time!" (what??), Shane was getting angrier and angrier.
"Why do they put stupid crap like this on baby clothes?" he seethed "Some of these don't even make any sense! I would never dress my baby in this!"
We left JC Penny immediately, Shane nearly hyperventallating, and I directed him to Dick's Sporting Goods instead, where we figured maybe we would find the little Broncos jersey.
No luck. I headed to the cashier's station, where I asked one of the guys working there if there was somewhere else in the mall that might carry a baby-sized Broncos jersey.
"We didn't have one here?" he asked.
Uh, yeah, dude, You did have them here. It's just that I would rather get directions from you to somewhere else I can buy it.
Anyway, we ended up finding quite a few little Broncos onesies and pajamas and things (and later at Target I found the tiniest little jersey ever but Shane forbade me to buy it because it was a Tebow jersey). I think Devin is pretty well-set to be a Colorado baby now.
Speaking of Colorado, OH THE PRETTY.
Must. Stay. Forever.
Or at least long enough to stop getting winded every time I climb one freaking flight of stairs. Stupid altitude.
(Who needs a karate school anyway?)
Anyway, mission accomplished. Shane's in Colorado now and will do that whole trip again with Cassandra in a few weeks, we listened to an entire book (read "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand immediately by the way, especially if you're in just too good of a mood lately), I introduced Alece to the word "Nibs," and I figured out that my love of sleeping in sauna-like conditions are a Crawford trait - Shane cranked the heat up so high every time we got to a hotel. It was AWESOME.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go work on persuading Jack to move to Colorado too.