I'm pretty jealous of the parents whose kids mostly sit quietly in the back seat, reading books, or singing songs to themselves, or napping (oh, that our daughter would nap in the car! It makes me tear up a little imagining how beautiful that would be).
We get on the road again tomorrow. It'll be about a 7.5 hour trip back to California. It's times like these that I wish I had a prescription for Zoloft or Xanax, or some other med with a strong Z sound.
At least she's pretty cute whenever she's out of her car seat. It's her saving grace. Here she is teasing us:
Here she is faking a nap. That's the best we can hope for.
And this is about two seconds later. That is not a cry of joy. And as long as we're in the car, it's pretty constant.
I don't suppose I can blame her. I wouldn't want to be strapped into a stress-position torture device like this either. Don't worry kid, we'll be home soon. By all that's good and decent, please let us get home soon.