Are we in South Carolina yet?

That's what I heard as we pulled out of our driveway, and then every five (or less) minutes or so of the eight hour journey to Bluffton.  Sylvie and I were road trip buddies to go visit BFFs Bailey and Lucy.  Sylvie had never made the long drive there, so this was a very special treat for her.  She really was a trooper and basically watched Max & Ruby all day while I drove and tried to remain patient each time she requested our ETA.

We spent the next two days playing, going to the beach, singing Veggie Tales karaoke, crafting, baking cookies and Rice Krispie treats, playing dress up (Bailey makes an innovative princess dress by wearing a dress around her waist), eating snacks, watching more Max & Ruby, not sleeping due to sheer excitement, loving on a very-easy-to-love Lucy, letting Uncle Nate play "monster," and wishing we lived closer to our best friends.  I'm pretty sure they had fun...the night before we left Sylvie asked when we were going to plan our next trip to South Carolina and apparently Bailey cried all day when we left.  This made me very sad and I'm sure made Aunt Carey's day even more super special than it normally is, what with working full-time from home, running the office side of Nate's business and mothering two children, two cats and a dog.

We made it home in one piece, after surviving rain/tornado-like activity, extreme tiredness for the chauffeur, and a barf in a Starbucks cup courtesy of the passenger in the backseat.  No speeding tickets this time, praise the Lord.  Although I had a killer excuse since I had no idea if she was going to spew again, or if by some horrible twist of luck I started spewing.  This actually crossed my mind and I thought, how are you supposed to drive and be sick at the same time?  That's why God gave us the gift of two parents, in case one needs to hurl, the other one can drive.  Or so that one (me) can sleep in the front seat and avoid the constant stream of questions from the munchkin.

We will get to see them again soon at an AU game and then for Thanksgiving.  Time seems to be no object for our families, though, as we all just pick up where we left off each time we are together.

Blue Moon ice cream.  Ew.

Lucy makes sure she gets some too.  This one can EAT.

Cookie time.

So cheesy.  Always smiling and so expressive.

Loved the frosting.  I really don't think she could be like me any more.  Second child=best child.  Not that I'm biased or anything.

God Bless,

Katie

PS...Rosie is holding her own at 37 pounds at six months old.  She and Sylvie play and fight like siblings...the dog is constantly torturing Sylvie and finds it hilarious, and Sylvie finds joy in pulling on her mush very hard and laughing.  I do not think any of this is funny, since it means I have to listen to a whiny, "Nooooo, Rooooosiiieeee," all the time from the torturee.  Hoping they both outgrow this stage soon.