Tales from the trip, part 2

When you love to travel but hate to fly, that's pretty stupid. That's my life. And when your husband says he has to have a vacation or he'll go nuts, but your baby can't be contained for hours and hours, you have few options.

Where I live, you can drive a few hours south or west as you did so often in the past and have lots of fun -- but not the kind of fun you're used to if you have a baby in tow. Or you can drive a few hours north where there are children of all ages, everywhere, and tell yourself there will be plenty of time in the future for family adventure travel.

So we went north.







The veryveryveryvery best part (well, except for this, of course) was discovering that Fly can now travel without screaming the whole time he's in his seat. Fly actually never even cried.

And that made me feel like this



Now we can really go places....