Often our van trips, typically with a full load of kids, have been akin to a ride from hell---but it went fairly smooth this time. Our chauffeur extraordinaire

(Well okay, so that's a stretch...a big stretch...since the two of us constantly bicker about his stupid, and sometimes dangerous, driving habits.)

But, like he always says...he always gets us there in one piece.

And I say: hmmm...just barely.

Only 2 hours into our journey, Emma had already had it. She wanted out of her carseat. No amount of snacks would pacify her. Ceara finally let Emma listen to her music---the head phone thingys stuck into her ears kept her quiet for quite awhile.

Typically we drive with one big child in each seat, sitting next to a smaller sibling. They then can help care for the younger child and try to entertain them or whatever else they might need. On this little trip Ceara helped to entertain Emma...no easy feat.