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In Which I Brag

My kids are so great! 

Friday morning, Mom took Grayson and flew to Indianapolis. Brooklyn and Madi and I packed up the car, finished Brooklyn's school, ran errands, and then picked Jenna up from work and hit the road for six hours! 

Madi struggled a little in the car (poor things gets terrible gas bubbles sometimes!), but we made it to Clarksville, IN in six hours. We got into the hotel and the girls fell asleep immediately and slept through the whole night. It was wonderful!

The next morning we finished the drive to Fishers, Indiana where we were throwing my cousin Kaitlyn a baby shower. I was so impressed by how good my kids were! Of course babies are babies and need certain attentions, but overall they were so well behaved! 

Again, Madi had some gas before bed, and both she and Grayson woke up with very short night terrors, but some things can't be helped. 

I was truly dreading the eight hour drive home. But the kids did so great! Grayson, whom I was especially worried about, was such a trooper. He played and napped and watched movies and snacked with us. Madi exploded in her diaper once, but was pleasant the rest of the trip. Brooklyn got a little car sick in the beginning, cried when Grayson needed a turn with the DVD player and did a great job sitting in the back by herself, keeping herself entertained. 

The worst part of the whole trip was the 2 hour breakfast at Bob Evans, thanks to super slow service and terribly under-cooked food.

We got home a little after 6pm (we turned an eight hour drive into twelve hours), unpacked the car and the kids were in bed at their normal times. They went to bed without a fuss and slept through the night! We sort of jumped right back into routine this morning. Grayson went to school (and had a great day!), but since I got this great cold, Brooklyn and Madi played quietly so I could rest. 

Travelling with three kids is no picnic. But my kids made the best of it and I was so glad to have them along!

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