Well, they are off. The kids I mean. My lovely friend and child care provider, Kristie (who is also 8 months pregnant), met my mom and her husband in Dayton to transfer the kids for the long drive to Florida. They will stay tonight somewhere in the great state of Georgia. Another place I have never been.

It's amazing to me that people still do long road trips. I used to hate them as a child. My 2 sisters and I squished into the back seat fighting about who has crossed over the imaginary line we had drawn to give ourselves personal space. Not that we had ever heard "personal space" before. I remember every trip seemed like it would never end and yet the destination was usually less than 2 hours away.

Grandma Cathy and Grandpa actually purchased a new vehicle 2 years ago before the first big trip so that Ethan and Maddy would have the ability to watch movies. I remember watching the trees fly by.

It's also interesting to me that my 8 year old son has been to Florida and DisneyWorld 3 times and I have never had the pleasure. I suppose it probably has something to do with money and vacation time management. And, I'm not sure I would really like the hot of Florida in July anyway.

I prayed for their safety and my mom's sanity. I also pray for expanding their food choices. At lunch today, Ethan had chicken nuggets and Hope had a cheeseburger. Ethan ate chicken nuggets and french fries at every dinner meal last year and was instructed that "chicken was not on the menu." Although, grandma repeatedly tells me that "there are no rules at grandma's house." Let's hope that she gives them their Flintstones at least.