We must have changed our minds a dozen times. Do we fly? Do we drive? Which is worse, a half a dozen popped ear drums? A dozen dollars on plane tickets? A flight with two dozen agitated-to-be-flying-with-a-baby passengers? Or a few dozen hours in the car with almost a half dozen month old?
Sure, we have a child who can barely make it through an orderly meal in a restaurant. Sure, we have a wee dog with a wee bladder. Sure, we have negative patience and six months without a good night of sleep. Sure, we had ambitious goals and thousands of miles ahead of us. But we were determined to make it over the river and through the woods to both grandparents’ houses. And we did. And we survived. And Bennett surprised everyone with cooperation and silence and smiles.
Some highlights and lowlights of our 1400 miles of traveling?
Introducing Bennett to Great Grandma June.