We recently took the longest road trip of Tyler's life. We drove to Orange County for Great Grandpa Obritz's funeral. Tyler had only met his great grandfather once when he was four months old. I'm really glad he did. Anticipating the road trip, we grew very anxious over how the kids would do. I always find it helpful to imagine the worst and then I may get pleasantly surprised. So, I imagined an uncomfortable drive with my arm cocked behind me in the backseat holding the baby's binky in the entire drive while Tyler whined, cried, and made many messy diapers. This last thought came to me based on a real-life experience with a separate road trip Tyler and I took with Mack and Valerie where Mack exploded in his diaper and began sticking his hands in it before we could figure out where the smell was coming from. So, with these visions in my mind, I was quite happy with the reality. Baby slept almost the entire time. Tyler slept half the way and hypnotically watched Elmo movies on the laptop the other half of the way. For the first time, I can see why Shawn is so intent on purchasing one of these in-car TV sets we see in so many family cars these days. Anyway, Tyler saw his great uncles Dick and Chip. As luck had it, these are easy names for him to say, so he did a lot of his announcements as we sat around the table visiting. Mid-conversation, Tyler would blurt out: Mike! Kristin! Mmmammma (that's Grandma)! Papa! Dada! Mama! Dick! Pip! Funny boy.