Our adventure with Nana the Banana was not only incredible but went off without a hitch. Archer didn't cry once. Okay, he cried once. But seriously, that was it. He managed the eight-hour, two-day car ride with ease. Classy, dude.

He was not only a joy to road-trip with (I thank Nana the Banana for this) but he also rocked the hell out of the Madonna Inn, dancing around elderly couples in his ring-around-the-rosy way. He chased flower girls around the grounds of my cousin's wedding in Bodega Bay and when he was sleepy, he simply climbed into his car seat, draped his blankie over his face and passed out.

Costumes were definitely crucial to our fantastic voyage. From Nana's banana suit to my cousin's made-by-a-friend dress to Archer's Seersucker Suit, quite possibly the greatest item I have ever purchased for Archer or anybody else.

I went on a wild goose chase for this baby, visiting dozens of local boutiques, none of which had any idea where to find such a thing. I finally, thanks to google and the interwebs, found exactly what I was looking for. And it was worth it. In fact, he has been wearing the thing non-stop for three days:

Any one in the market for a Seersucker suit, go here. And for all of you, interested in banana suits for your favorite loved-ones, you can contact my Nana. She has all kinds of hook-ups. For real.

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