We woke up at 7 a.m., fed babies and then spent the next two hours trying to get everything ready. How is it possible that such little people need so many things? Diapers. Wipes. Balmex. Bottles. Formula. Extra set of clothes. Extra, extra set of clothes. Blankets. Bibs. Binkies (not that they use them anyway), Burp rags. Toys that make noise and might distract them from crying. Infant gas drops. Tylenol drops (for them). Tylenol capsules (for us).
The trip there was fine. We arrived no worse for the wear. They ate, they burped, they played and they met aunts, uncles and cousins.
So far, so good.
Here's the tricky part. The whole reason we went on this road trip was to see my little sister graduate. (Go, Cassie!!)
I know, I know. You're wondering how I could possibly think it was a good idea to take five-month-old babies to a graduation ceremony where you are expected to be, ya know, quiet.
Just call me brave. Or stupid.
But the girls did remarkably well. Other than a few cries at the beginning (probably because they were listening to a high school band play pomp and circumstance 60 times over), they behaved like sweet little babies.
We finished celebrating 13 years job well done and hit the road again. When we got back home, we all crashed.
We survived out first road trip. And we didn't even need the tylenol.
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