So, whose bright idea was it, then, that we try to get on the road by 6:00 AM? Crappers, it was mine. I shoveled myself out of bed, threw Sarah in the car, and almost got Henry in before he woke up. We thought that if we left early enough, he'd stay asleep, and keep sleeping through most of the trip. He didn't agree with the plan. He was great, though, and did sleep about 45 minutes of the 3 hour trip.
When we got there, it was baby shower for Sarah (and Sarah and Sarah, by the way), and it was a manly bike ride for the three Rayo dudes. We rode through some of Ann Arbor's finest paved trails, and had a picnic lunch (packed in Columbus, OH, I'll have you know).
We had a cookout that evening, brunch the next morning, a thrilling (and I mean thrilling) trip home, and dinner with Gaga and Papa on Father's Night (that is what the evening of Father's Day is called, right?)
Then I fell asleep. I just woke up.
