Ava is still to small to sleep on her own on one of the beds in the Airstream. Since she still sleeps in a crib at home, I have a feeling that she would roll right off of it. So, having her sleep on one of the beds in the Read more…
On Sunday, Ava and I were awaken from our long long afternoon nap by the sound of Dan slamming the Airstream door closed. Does anyone else have problem? Not the problem of having a husband that can’t for the life of him shut a door without waking the dead… but the problem with shutting an Airstream door without pulling muscles you didn’t know you had? Well we do and I have the sinking feeling that it’s completely normal and I better stop complaining about it. Whoa is me.
So after giving Dan the evil eye, Ava put on her wild wild west poncho and we drove over to Silver City Ghost Town.
On Sunday, we left the Airstream parked in front of our house so we could spend the day mopping its dusty floors, inspecting every nook and cranny, and admiring its beauty from our dining room as we decorated Halloween cookies with Ava.
I swear that more frosting and sprinkles ended up in her mouth and on the floor than on the cookies she decorated.
After three agonizing weeks of waiting for the trailer, we finally brought Mali Mish home from the dealership. I will explain why it took so long in another post but for now, take a look at her beautiful shiny cheeks!
The Airstream we thought was officially ours was snatched up from under us and relocated to a new dealership. You must think we were pretty pissed off. Yes we were… but have you ever seen a pissed off toddler who had her road trip dreams squashed by the man? Boy, this dealership is in BIG trouble. BIG BIG TROUBLE. So a couple weekends ago, we headed down south to find out where our Airstream was hiding.
Come out come out where ever you are.
HA! I found it. Follow me.
So, as you saw in the last post, we sold our T@b trailer and Ava wasn’t the only one kinda sad about it. We only had our little teardrop trailer for about a year but it held so many memories for us. Like our first trial trip with the T@b Read more…
Mama, please open up the Tab. I want to go on another road trip. What? You sold it and we’re driving it to its new home? No! WAH! Good bye my Tab. I hope you like your new home. (Sniffle). (Sniffle). love, ava