A couple of weeks ago, my aunt Jacie and I loaded up the van (thanks Grandma Helen and Grandpa Jack!) and headed with Sawyer down to see our family in Chico, CA. Turns out Sawyer is a pretty good traveler, and despite a few issues with having to pump our own gas (I still can't believe they just let anybody handle gasoline. We like our to keep our highly flammable liquids under lock and key here in Oregon), Jacie and I made it down there in time for cocktail hour. A sidenote: our extended family maintains that antiquated practice of stopping whatever you are doing at 5 o'clock every evening to sit and have a cocktail. You should try it.
It also turns out that Sawyer is not nearly so fussy if you put him down for a few naps during the day. It also apparently turns out that I am an idiot for not figuring this out earlier.
Jack whined for "Baby Waudrey" for days after they left. I silently whined for Cousin Lauren, too.