The Many Faces of Travel

With the celebration of Labor Day, summer as we know it is officially over (well, I guess it was over 9 days ago, but everything is delayed by at least a week when you have a potty training 2 year old,  a "I'm still in diapers because Mommy is overwhelmed training the other kid" 2 year old, and a baby.)  A few weeks before Ben met his new group of toga-loving Latin students, we ended our summer with a bang (or more like a very slow hum) and drove 11 hours to visit family in Michigan.

For most of the trip, I sat in the middle row of seats so that I could continuously throw goldfish into the boys' mouths.  The fishies have an amazing ability to drown out all whining.  In between my goldfish throws, I began noticing that Jovie had a lot to say about our 11 hour drive.  Below is her commentary during our jaunt to the Midwest.

Ahhh .  . . we've been on the road for about three minutes.  I think it's time for a nap.

Snug as a bug in a rug.  I think I'll try to win the world record for longest nap ever.

What is that noise disrupting my beauty rest?  Ugh!  It's those two.  Again.  Seriously?  Putting stickers all over yourself and laughing hysterically is so infantile. 

 Haha.  They got in trouble.  Duh, boys.  Stickers aren't supposed to go in your hair.  Babies.

 Wow, that was quite a meal.  I'm feeling pretty full.

Hmmmm . . . maybe I over did it a bit.  Should have skipped that last ounce of milk.

Seriously, Mom--I'm gonna blow!

Much better.  Sorry, boys for the spit-up.  But look on the bright side.  At least it landed mostly on your stickers.

Someone's not amused . . .