and L is for Lessons Learned…
We learned that Bonaroo is a very warm and crowded place, and not really suitable for babies. Logan kept Elliot at home while Gingy, Grandpa, Art, and I discovered this for ourselves.
We saw the amazing Paul McCartney (B is for Beatle), but little else. The next day, Logan and I went back and saw The Tallest Man on Earth, who incidentally had the Tallest Audience on Earth. Then we were pretty much done with the Bonaroo experience. Next time, mega RV with AC and bathrooms and VIP passes…
Elliot and me in our souvenir Beatles shirts.
On Sunday, Elliot taught me another lesson. We were washing the cars and Elliot was playing around in the driver’s seat. We soon discovered that he had locked us out… and the keys were of course in the cup holder! I attempted to coach Elliot on how to open the car door while Grandpa went to try to find a spare key. Neither effort was a success. Fortunately, I remembered a secret spare key. I extracted Elliot from the car and told him that he was banned from the driver’s seat until he turns 15. He was soooooo mad.
Also, tomorrow I will be 353 months old. So yay!
Most important: You and Elliot look so crazy beautiful/cute in your Beatles shirts!!! I especially like yours Kate– you’re a hot mama.
Less important: I’m going to give you a cool pass for now since you’re a very busy working mom of a 1 year old, but it is NOT cool to RV at Bonnaroo… especially when your parents live so close. Bonnaroo is a vast wonderland, and through heat and dust suffering comes clarity and fun (and possibly chest congestion).
Last, but not least: Wasn’t Paul fabulous? 🙂
Paul was amazing 🙂