Ezra’s a lot like me in a lot of ways. I can’t stand long car rides. He hates them, too. And he lets us know a few decibels louder than necessary. We headed to Atlanta last weekend. Almost 5 hours in the car. Oh joy. (His first full sentence will probably be “Are we there yet?”) He really only gets upset when he wants to take a nap and can’t get comfortable (again like me). When he does finally fall asleep it’s nice and peaceful for all of us.
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And he is so adorable a Grandma could never believe he cries loud!