Home

As great a vacations are there is definitely something about returning to the familiarity of home. (although staying with Trevor's parents is kinda like a second home!)  Home we are after a grueling 16 hour drive last Tuesday, and are trying gallantly to remember we even had a holiday as we've been catapulted back into our ever-busy life.  

Traveling with a nearly 1 1/2 year old is an adventure.

When Sawyer wasn't sleeping, eating or enthralled by a DVD he was hollering.  The hollering occurred approximately 90% of the time.   He chose to yell

"AAAAAAH!"

at the top of his lungs periodically for no other reason other than to see how well his lungs work.

The are operating in tip-top shape.

The remaining holler sessions alternated from whiny wimper-like complaints to complete and utter displeasure yells. Translating would have resulted in something like this:

"Mom, I'm getting kinda tired of my carseat,"

to

"Get me out of this @#%^&* seat now!"

I nearly left him on the side of the road to hitch a ride with some other unsuspecting soul who would be lured by his incredible cuteness.

Anyway.  I'm cured of any desire for long-distance driving for awhile.