Currently en route to the beach. Possibly the longest trip in the history of beach driving. 

Reid went to sleep as usual, Thursday night. Then woke up at 10, as usual, but was burning hot. But he went back to sleep fine so I went with it. Giving him medicine would have been a battle in the middle of the night waking everyone up further. Next wake up he puked all over and went back to sleep. Stripped him down even more and he slept in late, seemingly less warm. Gave him some Tylenol and went to the airport! Kids were pretty excited.

We got a shuttle around 1030 and Reid fell asleep. 

Which would have been okay but that meant he would be awake on the plane. A very little area in which a very active boy must enhavit for four hours. 

There are no mid trip pictures. It was rough to say the least. We had three seats and an aisle but I didn't want the single seat and impose feet on the poor guy next to me. So I had all three kids all over me. Bobby was great and probably played iPad for three hours. I might have paid $7 for a can of beer. 

Switch in Atlanta. Slept the second flight. Got in at 1030pm. Eventually got kids to bed after excitement of Grammys house. 

Reid got hotter overnight. But we all slept in late!!!  So I think we finally left the house around 1. Reid screamed a lot. Pull over, he stops. Wouldn't nurse. Moving again, he slept a bit. Woke up. Cried a bit. Pullover, same thing. Back on road, crash ahead. Detour, jack needs the potty. Pull over, might as well eat. Empty bladders, full bellies, and chick fila has the playground so they stretched their legs for a long time too. 

Back on the road. Jack is whining because he's in the sun. Reid is now crying again. And we still have 100 miles to go. Do I get any sympathy yet. Can we  do this in California next year. 

Temporarily quiet. Better have a beer waiting for me.