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12 May 2009

Hammocks and Gigantic Chickens

This weekend we did a suicide trip to Atlanta, Georgia. In college in Rexburg, Idaho, we used to leave Friday, drive 14 hours home to Gridley, spend Saturday at home and then leave Sunday and drive 14 hours back to Rexburg getting there way past our bedtimes. This trip brought back those memories. What should have been an easy 8 hours turned into 12. Don't ask me how. Maybe we were on some sort of freeway treadmill, where you drive and drive and drive and never get anywhere. But like those suicide road trips home, it was so fun and way worth it. And this time we had Teagan to entertain us. I sat in the back almost the whole time with him while Klaron drove. He did let me drive for a little while so he could do some homework, but after an hour of my driving he pretended to have to hit the rest stop so he could drive again. What? I learned to drive in Gridley, no lane lines. You drive in the middle of the road so you don't end up in the ditch.

Teagan has started to suck his thumb, I don't know if that's good or bad but its super cute.


In Jelico, Tennessee we stopped at America's Best Value Inn. No Hilton for us. Teagan liked the sink the best. That boy loves to take a tub.


Teagan is just over 5 months old and has already been to 5 states. This boy is becoming a world traveler already. We figured out that by the time he's 6 1/2 months, he will have seen 19 states.
WHAT IS THAT? Is that a gigantic chicken? No, its the BIG CHICKEN in Marietta, Georgia. This is the coolest thing I've ever seen. The beak opens and closes and the eyes go up and down. Our Georgia source says its an icon and people give their directions from the Big Chicken. Right at the Big Chicken, left at the Big Chicken...


This is who we came to see, our long lost friends from Rexburg!! Chance and Jenny Hammock. Get well soon J, we love ya.
On the way back to Columbus, we stopped at the Kennesaw Mountain National Military Battlefield.
Fun weekend. And like our suicide trips to Gridley, we made it home about 1am just in time to be too tired to wake up for aerobics. This week is being spent doing laundry and packing up again. This time we're headed to Kittery, Maine for the weekend...

8 comments:

Chance said...

we had soooo much fun seeing y'all despite the boring hospital room! It really means a lot that you made the trek :)

Life with the Warrens said...

oh man i am so jealous. i think that baby has been to more states than i have! when do you move to cali?? or have you changed your minds?

Jon. Jamie. Ethan. Lynsi. Katie. said...

Okay, your son has been to more states than I have and I am HOW MUCH OLDER! hahahah YOu guys are the travelers of all travelers!
Hope your friend feels better soon!

Jon. Jamie. Ethan. Lynsi. Katie. said...

So...out of curiosity....when are you going to update your blog?! I am sooo curious what been going on in the life of the Cramers!!!

LW said...

I'm so glad you commented on our blog! We were wanting to see pics of your sweet baby, and we didnt know you had a blog! We'll have to add you to the list! It was so good to see your faces! How's it going!? Where are you guys living now?
I hope all is well!! Take care and keep us updated!
Chris,Lynsey and Kaia Williamson
www.chrisandlyns.com

Pirakafreak24 said...

Where's the latest from Teagan? You haven't posted in months, and you haven't commented on any of my posts. I want comments! Sorry to all of you who are reading this, because I haven't invited most of you to read my blog because I don't know you.

Carson Rodke

Jon. Jamie. Ethan. Lynsi. Katie. said...

May was a great month and cute pics to post, but seriously AMY!!! I am dying here not reading your blog! Post some new pics of the new place and what ya'll are up to! Miss you guys!!

Pirakafreak24 said...

C'mon Amy. You can't tell me you haven't had internet in a while. You posted a comment on my blog about a month ago. "The Gardner Trio" is right. We are dying here. What's the latest?

Carson