It seems I've forgotten how much work it is to travel with a two-year-old. I say this because I recently made the drive to Michigan with only Annaliese in the car. Typically, on those trips, it's all four of us--or at least Kathryn, Annaliese, and me. This time, however, we traveled separately. (Evan & Kathryn left a day ahead of us. We don't willingly spend that kind of gas money for nothing.) Ordinarily, I don't think much of Kathryn's constant talking, question asking, and singing. I don't really even her mind her frequent demands to open the window and turn the music up. It's so common that I don't even notice it anymore. That is, until today.
After making the drive with a lovely, cooperative three-month-old sleeping almost the entire time, I guess I got a little spoiled. Suddenly, a 30-minute drive with Kathryn shouting out song requests seemed to take twice as long. It's crazy how you just adapt to the way things change. From a quiet little baby asleep in the backseat to a demanding little angel calling, "Nothing Better to Do!," "Last Name!," and "Turn it up louder, Mommy!" at the top of her lungs...and I barely even noticed the transition.
By the way, Annaliese slept during that whole drive, too.
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