1. We just got back from Mississippi. It was quite the ride! Tight squeeze in Sean's car. Titus was a little dictator the whole way. Notice the grin on his face vs. the sour puss Simon face. Titus was all about getting whatever they had. I'm not usually one to give in to tantrums, but I heard myself say, "Just give him whatever he wants so he'll stop screaming!" several times.
2. When Sean was gone, I came to the conclusion that we don't take nearly enough family pictures. There's gobs and gobs of pictures of the four of them, each of them individually, etc. Very rarely do I make it into a picture and it's just lame to ask to have your picture taken. If one of my male counterparts would take it upon himself to take my picture of his own accord, that would be nice, but completely unrealistic. It just doesn't happen. So timer pictures it is!
I remember seeing the star the very first time we crossed through Texas, many a travel nurse contract ago. I wanted pictures then, but wasn't as adamant with my U turn demands. Nowadays, I get a couple U turn requests per trip than Sean must oblige.
and this one gave me one nice shot, in the midst of several goofy, I'm-almost-five-and-have-to-make-a-face shots:
and my #1 was pretty content with whining, and didn't get a lot of pics taken at the hotel with glorious lighting.
6. It wouldn't be a trip in the motorhome without a tow dolly incident. I don't even want to talk about it. Except that...I kinda do. There's nothing like being woken up at 12:30a.m. and told, "You have to drive." When my bleary eyes registered confusion, as a response I got, "Just come see."