We have not even left yet and I already think I hate traveling with a toddler. Thus far we have packed a suitcase for her, one for us, a footlocker, one tub of toys, one tub of Christmas presents (mind you we are just playing delivery boys as they belong to my mother), one pack and play, and one stroller. This does not include a bag of snacks, the cooler full of milk and a second bag full of car toys and her babies. They only thing we haven't packed in the kitchen sink!
The biggest question in our minds is just how long is Toddler D going to tolerate being in the car tomorrow. Will we make it to Roseburg, OR or even further? Gone are the days when Sgt D and I could just get in the car and drive to our destination with little more than fast food stops, gas stops, and potty breaks.
I am not looking forward to having to entertain a one-year-old who hates being trapped in the car seat for this 780 mile trip. I already know there will be lots of screaming and crying and it makes me worried about how Sgt D will handle the joy that is traveling with a little one as he has yet to experience it.
My next post will be from California!
