Ahem...yes, we shall be traveling this weekend. Because Scotty did such a great job in Indiana (snort), we decided to chance it again and take him to Phoenix for the Packers/Cardinals game. Actually, the conversation went something like this:
B: I'd like to go the playoff game this weekend.
K: Please don't leave me alone with our sleep-striking child.
B: I'll take him with me
K: Really? (seriously contemplates this) But what would he eat?
B: Pretzels? Beer?
K: I'm coming with you. Get the car seat.
And thus, it was determined that we, as a family, will be making the trek through the desert to the University of Phoenix Stadium. I mean, the last time we went to Phoenix, it was nothing short of a disaster. It was September (which means the temperature hovered right around 115 degrees), our tickets in the then-outdoor-stadium were directly in the sun, the concession stand ran out of water, and someone, who shall go nameless (::cough, cough, PURPLE, cough, cough::) left her purse in the ladies room and almost had a panic attack and died. And then we almost missed our plane. Ahh, family fun.
This time, however, we vow to make it different. For one, Brian and I are now seasoned travelers with the Bear. I am anticipating he will not sleep. Likewise, I have already requested a room at the hotel far from other guests. I also have a car adapter for my pump (woot! Thanks, Court) so I can pump in the car and travel with ease. And of course, let us not forget what Phoenix is home to: Chick-Fil-A, aka Brian's favorite restaurant. And so, I have no doubt that I will be sleep-deprived and exhausted by the time I heft the 20-lb child in the Baby Bjorn (shout out to my own personal Babies-R-Us - Courtney again!), but at least I have a cute Aaron Rodgers jersey to wear under it.
So be sure to look for us on TV! I have no doubt, too, that Scotty's adorable mug will likely be featured on the Jumbo-Tron, thus jumpstarting his baby modeling career. My only regret is that we don't have a wee cheesehead for him to wear...