We survived 1,260 miles of road travel with 2 twenty-seven month olds. Yay for us (and Sara)! We decided to leave at 5am so that the girls could sleep for a few hours in the car. We snuck into their room and planned to carry our sleeping pajamaed babes out to the car. However, the second we stepped foot into their room, Kenzie shot up in bed yelling, “Hiiii! Going to the beach? Soooo happy!” We didn’t get the hoped for slumber, but how could you be too upset about that enthusiasm?! Besides the fact that Kenzie got sick 4 times within the first 4 hours of our 11 hour drive to the Isle of Palms, and the fact that the girls didn’t nap at the same time for even a minute during those 11 hours, the way there was fairly smooth. With a dose of Dramamine in her system Kenzie stopped getting sick and apart from one major meltdown as we were stopping for lunch, the trip was much better than expected.
The way home was a bit less ideal. Besides the fact that we were leaving "paradise" (“No go my house! was the oft repeated phrase of the week), we also had one constipated 2 year old and lots of roadwork to contend with. Thankfully we had a visit from Omi, Inken, Andrew and Grady to look forward to :) The lowlight of the trip was at the North Carolina-Tennesse border, about halfway home, when we hit standstill traffic right after both girls had finally fallen asleep for a nap. They both promptly woke up and started yelling “I want to get out now!” only to be broken up with the occasional “My poopy hurts!” from Lexi. This made the next hour and a half in which we progressed exactly 4 miles quite fun. We did eventually make it home – safe and sound. And while I could think of countless better ways to spend 12+ hours, the great times that we had this past week at the beach far outweighed the downside of road tripping with 2 toddlers.
More about the good times in the next post!
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