Drive-In season starts now.

"Let's go to the drive-in!", we said. This is a big Robertson family tradition we do several times each Summer. But in hindsight, this was definitely an ambitious move with a squirrel-y 10-month old in tow.
The movie (Star Trek, definitely worth seeing) started around 8:30 and we thought FOR SURE he'd be snoozing by then b/c his bedtime is 7:30. Nuh uh. Nope. No way. Owen was in sensory overload mode. He was pointing his lookin balls at everything he could: dogs, kids, cars, lights, birds, frisbees, sounds, people with fanny packs, gawky teens with light 'staches, mulleted creatures, dudes named Kelly, etc. etc.
We tried rocking Owen to sleep in the lawnchair, back seat, behind the back seat, front seat. You name it, we tried it. Finally, we figured out a system that worked and he was out. Now that we know our action plan, we'll be heading back for more drive-in goodness.