We got off to a rough start on the way home with August throwing up his entire breakfast only 20 minutes into a 9-10 hour drive. We stopped at a rest stop and cleaned him, the car, and his hot wheels up. Twenty minutes and many baby-wipes later we were ready to hit the road again. Instead, the car was dead. We called in the closest available relative and got jump-started (thanks again, Cindy & PJ), but were then a extra hour behind our already hour-late start to the trip. We got home after 9:30 Sunday night and are all groggily catching up with life today.
More later. For now, I leave you with my view (and sleeping options) for our hotel stop on the way there last week:
|From angle of chin, down to the angle of the right foot, synchronized sleeping GOLD.|
|The bed I got to sleep in. Feet in the face are guaranteed or your money back.*|
*There will be no money back. Or sleep. Just feet.