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We were sitting at High Cotton which is a drink your wine with your pinky up type of establishment in Charleston, SC when the wheels fell off…

It was the last night of our Carolina trip and we wanted to celebrate Father’s Day and Nug’s birthday in style. We had spent time in Charlotte meeting Kerri and Randy’s new baby, Rush, and forcing the girls to go to as many breweries as we could before heading to Charleston for a few days. We booked a room on the water in downtown Charleston and spent the days walking down the quaint old town streets, exploring the parks and gardens and swimming in the fountains to beat the heat.

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Charlotte drinking buddies
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Charleston fountains

   

We had made it through drinks, apps and salads at High Cotton while Juniper was being an angel baby. Nevertheless, the old curmudgeon woman at the next table over kept looking at the bugger like she was a nuisance. We waited for our entrees to arrive and took turns holding Junebug. Nug asked for the baby back and right after I relinquished her, Big Precious let out 3 massive farts that scared us and horrified the woman at the adjacent table. Everyone’s attention was diverted momentarily as the waitress arrived with our steaks and placed them on the table. Junebug looked intently at the waitress and I with a startled yet determined face. We then learned that after the thunder comes the rain. The eruptions that followed seemed to shake the room and Juniper’s diaper was no match for the ensuing deluge. In slow motion a lava flow of “mustard colored oatmeal” charged down the baby’s legs and came to rest squarely in Nug’s lap. “Happy Birthday Nug,” I deadpanned before we both started laughing uncontrollably, Juniper looked extremely pleased with herself (and relieved) and the woman stared at us all with utter disgust. I was silently thankful that the birthday girl had taken the Bug when she did.

 

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After plenty of practice traveling with just the 2 of us, Nug and I decided to take the inevitable leap into the unknown by planning a trip out to California with our new 2 month old baby Juniper. We decided to spend a week visiting San Clemente, La Jolla and Newport Beach to escape the Jacksonville cold and because I selfishly wanted to surf. Nug was SOOO ecstatic that we would be traveling with a 2 month old baby, a stroller, baby supplies….and a double surfboard bag.  I’m a nervous flier and Nug has been able to handle one baby (me) pretty easily but was a bit hesitant by the fact that she would now have 2 infants to deal with on the 7 hour journey. On the day of departure we nervously boarded our first flight and prepared for the worst.  The lady in front of us obviously shared our fears when she asked tentatively, “Is this her first flight?”  We nodded apprehensively and she just took a deep breath before turning around.  Junebug miraculously slept most of the 2 flights and didn’t make one peep when she was awake.

Bug on a plane

Bug on a plane

We were staying in San Clemente for the first few days and meandered to our AirBNB room without incident. Nug fed the bugger and I unpacked our stuff. She was burping the baby and we were high fiving and patting ourselves on the back about our successful journey when the poor baby went exorcist style and projectile vomited all over the mama and our bed for the next 3 nights. She then burst into tears as we cleaned up the mess. We were just relieved that the upchuck hadn’t happen on the plane.

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La Jolla

Over the next week we soaked up some beautiful California sunshine, got some waves, did some beach walks, dipped the Bug’s toes in the Pacific for the 1st time, had some picnics, visited farmer’s markets and gorged on authentic Mexican food. It was a successful first journey and convinced us that we could still travel with our cute 3rd wheel.

Bug's 1st Pacific toe dip at Crystal Cove

Bug’s 1st Pacific toe dip at Crystal Cove

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Trestles with the mama

Surf Check

Surf Check

It's pumping dada!!

It’s pumping dada!!