Riding in carseats isn't the most fun, but are kids are pretty good about it. Up to a certain point. That point is generally about 45 minutes from home. So today was a sweet treat when Lincoln decided that holding my hand was a reasonable alternative to crying the rest of the way home.
But the best part is when we actually get home after a few days away. The little ones always act like home is just about the best thing they've ever experienced. It is very gratifying, I wish it lasted past bedtime.
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