It began...

The air was thick with the stench of human carnage.

Wait. Wrong battle.

This is the battle to Missouri.

It was a day that began as any other:  full of promise and hope.  We made it out the door within two hours if waking.  We drove about four hours and stopped at a park.  The kids ran, Daddy P and Kate went paddleboating, Jacob and I hung out.

Half two was less fun. Much more screaming. 

But, once at the hotel, the kids explored, put the food in the fridge, bounced on any bounceable surface and ran around.

My baby miracle sleeper crashed almost immediately while Kate and I read books in the lobby.  Kate was up late, then woke up after having an accident. That kept everyone up from 2am to 4am...we woke at 6:30 and got dressed.  Kate and Daddy P went in the pool and I packed up.  We were on the road by 8:30.

Day 2 went much better. Lots and lots of sleeping in the car.  A fun playtime in a McDonalds that even had a toddler play area. (I think we were the only ones who only bought drinks and split a medium fry at McDonalds and ate pb&j sandwiches and fruit in the car.)

We are now safe and sound at our destination...now to breathe...