We stayed in a delightful new hotel in a converted century-old shoe factory. It had interesting architectural elements like exposed brick and masonry - and shoe-related decor all over the place. The people there couldn't have been any nicer or more helpful, and they were exceptionally tolerant when The Monster made her appearances.
The girl was a real trooper on the car ride to and from Lynchburg. She even managed to squeeze in a brief visit to her first winery on the way home (she slept the whole time).
Unfortunately, Hannah wasn't kidding when she said that the little one refuses to take the bottle. My mom (who made the trip with us) and I found that out the hard way while Hannah was off at her board meetings. The little one would scream about being hungry, then scream bloody murder when we tried to give her the bottle. She would fight it for 30+ minutes, getting increasingly agitated the whole time. We tried 4 different brands of bottles and 3 different kinds of formula - same reaction each time.
Finally, on Saturday morning, we had a brief moment of "sucksess" when, while coming up for air in between screams, she decided to take a few slurps from the bottle. Unfortunately, she's still not doing much more than that, which means that Mommy is constantly on call.
Despite being difficult, she still can be pretty cute. She looked just like a Bunny Bear for her first run with mommy in the fancy stroller.
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Madeleine, dear, you're supposed to sleep on the way HOME from the winery - not when you're actually IN the winery! Tsk tsk tsk. If you need further clarification on the protocol, ask Mommy (and Suburban Mommy and Daddy, for that matter) about the trip back from the Jimmy Buffett concert, circa Summer of 1999. Just let Aunt Crazy know if you're going to need photographic evidence of that one. I'm happy to help you out.
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