Inga and I flew out to Oklahoma for a long weekend for a mini family reunion. The primary reason of the visit was for Great Grandma Lindstrom to meet Inga, but we also visited with Great Uncle Mark. My parents and brother met us there, too.
The first couple days Inga was a perfect little girl. She was a total trooper with the flight and car rides and all the strange people.
Waiting in the airport for Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Morgan to arrive
Inga was so cute at dinner. She just wants to eat like all the big people. She also just takes things off other people's plates if they look good. She was eating the pinto beans from Grandpa's plate in the picture below.
Eating a sandwich like a big girl
Playing at Great Grandma's house
Inga was pretty uncertain about all the new people, but she instantly befriended Grandma. It's probably because Grandma playing games with her in the car and fed her ice cream and yogurt.
Meeting Great Uncle Mark
On Sunday, my parents, brother, Uncle Mark, Inga, and I headed into Oklahoma City to the National Cowboy and Western Hertiage Museum. That's when the trouble for Inga started. Right as we were pulling into the parking lot, she threw up her breakfast in her car seat. She was not a happy girl as you can imagine. My mom and I got things cleaned up, but I noticed Inga was feeling feverish. Well, she was cutting her top tooth so I sent my parents out to find baby Advil. After a couple doses of that, she felt better and fell asleep in the baby carrier so I figured we could see the museum. The museum has the dumbest rule ever regarding bags. They wouldn't let me take my diaper bag in the museum because it was "too big". I guess they were afraid I was going to steal a sculpture or blow something up. Like I had room in my diaper bag for explosives! I plan to write them a letter explaining how retarded this rule is. Anyway, it is a very nice museum.
End of the Trail sculpture
There was a children's section with things you could touch and play with mostly for older children, but Inga found it more interesting than paintings and artifacts.
Sitting on a baby saddle
There were a bunch of western costumes for kids to dress up as cowboys. Inga thought the pink cowgirl boots were hilarious.
Cowgirl dress up
My Uncle Mark had to leave to make it back to Miami, OK. We took the obligatory group photos in the museum lobby.
L to R: Me, Inga, Uncle Mark, Grandpa, Uncle Morgan
Same order as above except with Grandma instead of Grandpa
On the way home from the museum, Inga threw up in the car again. She was really feeling ill at this point. My mom helped wash everything at the hotel and I stayed in with Inga the entire evening because I didn't want to risk another episode on the way to dinner. At the time I thought it was just bad teething, but since I have been sick for the past couple days I'm pretty sure Inga was teething and sick. She ran a fever all night and slept very fitfully. The next day my dad brought my grandma to the hotel for lunch with us because I didn't want to take Inga out. Since we hadn't taken picture earlier, we took some then although Inga was less than amused.
Four generations of Lindstroms
Inga, Grandma, and Mommy
Inga and I headed home that evening. Fortunately, she didn't throw up on the way to the airport. I gave her 2 doses of Advil before we got on the plane. That held her over until we arrived in Columbus. She was a real trooper on the way home. She was also super excited to see Daddy. She has been a total Daddy's girl this week.
All in all, it was good to visit my grandma and Uncle Mark. I can't say Oklahoma is the most exciting place to visit, but that's where they live and my grandma is too old to travel by herself. Traveling with a baby is tiring, but traveling with a sick baby is one of the most exhausting things I've done it awhile. I was very happy to be home.
