Just about two years ago, we were taking this trip to Sequoia, and we made a stop at Orangeworks on the way. It was on that drive that we talked to Silas's birth mom for the first time, and she told us that she was choosing us to be his parents. When we stopped here for ice cream, we texted or called everyone we hadn't already talked to by that time and sat in great excitement and anticipation that we were matched and that this was finally happening. So, as we were driving up to Turlock to visit Nick's family earlier this week, we decided to stop here again, this time with our little match in tow. Silas had his first taste of the famous orange ice cream when we all split a large. Only, he was not too pleased to be sharing, and in reality, neither were we, so we ended up getting another one to split once that one was gone.
Silas is quite the fun road trip companion, yelling out "big ruck" every time we pass a big rig and "big car" every time we pass any sort of moving vehicle that is larger than a small car. He also slept a large portion of the way, which meant we didn't think we needed to stop to change him. When we pulled him out of the car once we arrived, he immediately had to be stripped down and hosed off, as he (and his car seat) was covered with pee. The ideal road trip companion....he never asked for a bathroom stop.
Once upon a time, Silas loved the family selfie (evidence). Those days are gone.