Away we go...

Since Jost hasn't had a chance to visit my hometown of Seattle, we decided to fly up for a long weekend to kick it with Papa J (my dad), Nonny (my mom), my sis, my bro-in-law, and the "little bun" (my sis is pregnant, due in November). Jost is a pretty seasoned traveler, so our short flight from Oakland to Seattle was a breeze for him. I am sure part of this is because we ALWAYS buy him his own seat. We would feel bad for anyone who had to sit next to us with Jost on our lap writhing around like a snake on crack. Undoubtedly anyone with the misfortune to sit in our row would have snack shrapnel, excess milk and/or drool on them by the time the plane landed. So, we feel that it is imperative to all of the people on the plane who may potentially sit next to us to just sack up and buy the ticket to maintain order and peace on any plane we fly.

Seattle is not exactly known for its great weather. Last year we went up there around the same time as this trip and thought we were in a time warp when we got off the plane. We had left the Bay Area where it was sunny and 80 degrees, then got to Seattle where it was sleeting (this may be a slight exaggeration) and 50. This trip, however, the weather has been much more cooperative. I forget how breath-taking the Pacific Northwest is when it's nice out. This is why when people visit during good weather they feel compelled to move here - it's like they are drunk off of the beauty of everything. Then, fast forward to November, December, January, February, March and most of April and you can see why Seattle has such a high suicide rate. 

Anyways, we are having fun up here. Jost is probably having the most fun because he has no less than 4 adults watching his every move at all times. Jost burps and he gets attention "Oh my, someone has the hiccups". Jost farts and he gets attention "Ooops, someone is smelly. That is so funny" (insert grandparents laughing and picking Jost up and kissing him). I fart and my mom looks at me like I have lost my mind and says, "That is really inappropriate, Sarah". Jost better get in ALL of his best farts, hiccups, poop, and barf because in a couple more years no one is going to be clapping when he takes a massive dump on the floor - "Great job Jost, look at your pretty poop!! Whose the best baby in the whole world? Who is so smart?" (how smart do you really have to be to take a crap on the floor anyways?). I am thrilled my family loves my kid so much and he seems pretty thrilled with the attention. But, no one is so thrilled that they offer to change a diaper. I guess that's the best part of being a grandparent - all sunshine and happiness and no shit allowed. :)