For those of you doing the math, that's more than 30 hours of drive time. Not counting meals and stops for the boys to run around and expel energy.
By just about every measure it was a success. The boys handled the car like champs - better than I could have hoped for.
|Hour 6 -- Teddy Graham Pit Stop|
I thought I knew my kids inside and out but all that time confined to a small space I learned some new things.
Like how Sam likes to sing along to his favorite Sesame Street songs -- and he knows most of the words!
Like how Will likes to do the hand motions to Itsy Bits Spider.
That Sam has a generous heart and would quickly hand over his favorite toy to try to cheer his brother up.
How Sam loves digger trucks and water. He thinks any kind of water is the Ocean and proclaims it loudly.
Will claps along to songs he likes.
They love to hold hands and laugh at each other.
They have their own language that consists of loud, high pitched shrieks. Apparently what they say to each other is hysterical because fits of giggles always follow.
Sam narrates every minute of life.
Will points to something he wants and says "this."
Most of all I was reminded how lucky I am to have been chosen to be their Mom. In the hustle and bustle of the every day it's easy to get frustrated at the little things, go through the motions and miss the moments that make memories. But this weekend I got over 30 hours of uninterrupted moments with my boys and I enjoyed every one of them (well almost!)