I have been assimilated. Into the car club loving world. I am an American woman who has always liked the looks of American muscle. When I met Mr K, I learned he had a 2002 Camaro. I then became involved in learning about the wonders of a 6-speed V8.
The Mister belongs to a car club of F-body style. There is an annual get together at a lake in the Ozarks, which the club refers to as LOTO. This annual LOTO rally was this past weekend. When the Mister lived in Missouri, this was a two hour drive for him, but now that we live north of the area, it is a six hour drive. Despite the fact that these glorious muscle cars are not meant for long distance driving, we made this trip. With a baby. It was not nearly as bad as it could have been. Did you know you can manage to pack quite a bit into the hatch of a two door sports car? You can also safely use a cut up pool noodle to assist in the safe installation of the car seat. Also, did you know a woman who weighs anywhere from 125-135 any given day at is 5'2" in height actually can maneuver around the inside of a Camaro at 65mph in order to feed an infant? Because, despite the very dangerous aspect of it, it is possible, but never, ever advisable.
We manage to get to the lake, get checked in at the hotel and begin swimming by 9pm. The infant, Little Miss Shy One, decided after the first splash she was not having anything to do with the pool. She went to bed shortly after, we hung out near the room and talked til bedtime.
Saturday, we managed to enjoy a breakfast after my handy dandy brand new insulin pump got locked accidentally then unlocked despite no help from tech support. We enjoyed a long leisurely breakfast, then got to the park where we were to have a barbecue. Talked more, played with little ones and ate some burgers and hot dogs. As we left, we all decided to go back to the hotel and cool off at the pool. It was hot and sticky, so the pool was just the thing. Little Miss decided she'd rather nap than go to the pool with us so we compromised. She went to nap and we swan, with frequent checks, it was a success. Little did we know, one of our own members had gone back to the park to check on the stragglers who were behind, and as he was leaving, some minister lady was heading to officiate a wedding and either didn't see or was not paying attention and made a left turn into a church just as our friend was going along with traffic, not speeding (Thank God), and T-boned into to her. She had two other passengers in the car, and everyone made it safe with minimal burns from the air bags. He is fine but his beautiful Sebring Convertible was totaled. We are thankful as well that his own Camaro was out of commission for this rally, because he'd have surely died in that car if it were the Camaro in the wreck.
After he came back to the hotel, we went out for dinner at a local restaurant, then split up where some went back to talk and BS at the hotel while others went to the local downtown strip of hokey but awesomely fun shops. Then the group met up, talked more, and hung out til bedtime.
Sunday was when the fun ended, some went home early and others ate breakfast at a buffet. We left and arrived home at dusk, exhausted from our relaxing weekend.
My new pump did not make the cut. Yes, it is waterproof, but there were just too many other issues and it is locked away in a box to be brought out only in case of dire emergency.
In other news, A. now knows how to sit up, and she is eating solid foods. We are working on her reaching and her pivoting while on her belly. She is rolling like nothing else and will be crawling soon, if her kicking motions are any indication.
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