Uncle Ian

Next stop on the Tour de New York was Ithaca to visit Uncle Ian.

Ian and Eva hit it off, just like we knew they would. They played in the dirt, ate leaves, and caught up on the last few months.

I think Eva accidentally got a tan in Ithaca, too. Bad mommy. Well at least she tanned, not burned. Good mommy. She had tan lines in her rolls.

Here's Eva tasting the sticks that upstate New York has to offer:

Chillin on the swing with Uncle Ian:

Eva chewing on some dead leaves:

Eva after her mom took away her dead leaves:

Eva and Ian having some coffee talk:

Just me in one of my sexy model poses:

That kind of sums it up, although I left out some good stuff, like the heat exhaustion I almost got (wimpy alaska girl now), the weird lady who came into our hotel room to use the bathroom, the man at the restaurant who had to tell me the reason I was having a hard time pushing the stroller was because the brakes were on (he obviously had less wine than I did), and the fact that Ian picked us up in NYC, drove us to Ithaca and did the return trip three days later. I have an awesome bro.