We were meeting up with my family for a little vacation (a long weekend) at a sort of central location - the Cincinnati, Ohio area - at a camp ground there.
We didn't know until after Nathan's nap (several hours into the trip) that he wasn't buckled into his car seat. In the process of packing up the car, he had climbed in his chair so when we left, neither Barry nor I checked to see if he was buckled in. Oops!
Yay! Cousin checking each other out.
We elected not to tent, but stay in a cabin. So, we claimed our spot in the loft and precariously climbed up and down a ladder -- Barry would carry Nathan! [Glad that part of the trip is done.]