Today Ava Hated Her Car Seat

It was a long drive home. I don't think anyone will claim that as fiction. Door to door: 13 hours 55 minutes.

Rare.

No one took it harder than you. 

When it started out, we thought it was going to be a piece of cake - okay, that may be an overstatement but we weren't prepared for what lie ahead post-nap. 

Your two and a half hour nap early on gave us false hope that you would be comfortable for the car ride. After the nap you were cranky for nearly the whole trip. Mom and Aunt Holly were trying to keep you entertained until we switched cars in West Virginia for the remainder of the drive. 

Their efforts were fruitless. You simply wanted out of the seat. Who could blame you? It was a lot of hours and miles staring at nothing as both Aunt Holly and Uncle Shawn's Escape and Grandma and Grandpa Fenner's Mariner were packed flor to ceiling so you had no view. 

It wasn't until the sun went down and you had exhausted yourself that you finally fell asleep for the last two hours or so of the drive. 

If I had to guess, you won't want to see a car seat for at least a month.