Oh, how that has such a different meaning these days! Roadtrips used to mean a fun, laid-back ride in the car with a coke & m&ms, fun music, and great conversation with Parker or the girls. Not anymore. Kate and I took a roadtrip to Houston this week. Now I pack the car with sippy cups, snack traps, yogos, goldfish, and string cheese. Instead of listening to my music, we listen to Kate's dvds or better yet, I sing songs like "The wheels on the bus" and "Old McDonald" over and over and over. And now my conversations literally go like this...
Kate: Cow
Me: Where?
Kate: Uh-oh, bye bye cow
(repeat 15 times)
Kate: wa, wa, wa, juice, juice, pees (please)
Kate wants her water/juice
Kate: uh, oh juice
Juice is now on the floor
Kate: mammie (lambie)
Kate wants lambie
Kate: off, off, off, shuse (shoes)
Kate wants her shoes off
Kate: veesh??? (goldfish)
Kate wants goldfish
Kate: hurse
Me: Where?
Kate: uh, oh, bye bye hurse
I know it is only going to get crazier as we add another little one to the roadtrip mix. So I leave this post with a picture of my roadtrip buddy watching her dvd. (Thanks Lindsay!!!).
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