This week my other half is out of town making that dough, so I packed up the kids and made the six hour drive to my hometown.
They are incredible travelers and made the ride really smooth with very few stops. What kills the vacation feel of grandma's is breaking their usual routine.. and that leads to a 1 and 3-year-old climbing the walls until 1:00 am. Stella looked like a drunk walking home from the bar, bouncing off walls and wandering aimlessly while Cole tossed toys around and whined a LOT.
The second night I started early.. two hours later he's still whining instead of talking and she's screeching like the devil's kin. Oh how I will praise my schedule.