B+uncle Gooda sleeping. Presh.
Things I did in the car today to keep B entertained for our 11 hour drive:
- shovel sugar into him
- sing to/at him
- let him watch 17 Again a million times (the two b-ball scenes=true love)
- promised him all sorts of goodness and rainbows if he'd just flipping be happy til we got there
"Roadtrip" has a whole meaning when you have a kid.
I mean, it can still equal napping+music+snacking all day, but you also have to factor in crying+demands+diaper soilage.
Umm, can I get a refund?