Traveling Time With Toddlers

I have been dreading this moment for months now. Sadly, the day has finally come when I, along with husband and eldest son, shall depart upon a minimum of a four hour road trip.

I haven't travelled with my trio since they were five months old and all three still fit lengthwise across one pac-n-play at bedtime.

My how they've grown! Now, for our next trick, we will be silly and haul them to the Houston area for a dear friend's wedding.

Yes, you read that part right, I am taking my tiny trio to somebodies WEDDING!

I am crazy. I know I have lost it, but he is insisting upon it for HIS sanity's sake. What he doesn't understand is that his house, and the site of the wedding shall never, ever be the same again.

Luckily for all of us, this is a non-traditional wedding for most (not to us) and will be taking place primarily on the site of the Texas Renaissance Festival.

That means that there isn't too much for my kids to actually hurt or too much damage that can be caused...theoretically that is!

Then there is the slight issue of the ceremony itself. Thankfully, a dear friend of mine will be officiating and she is well aware of the perils my tiny trio are prone to causing.

But, this should be very very interesting to say the least! I have the portable DVD player charged and ready to go.

The movies are in the bag, ready for the car. My friend in Dallas sent home an extra ice-chest so I have plenty of room for hauling milk and juice and the requisite hot-dogs and chicken strips and toaster waffles that my kids will require for their day to be good.

The cute clothes are all gathered, washed, and pretty much pressed, waiting for tiny bodies to put them on and dirty them. At least the thought will be there if nothing more!

I don't know what my friend is thinking, but he has just left to go and pull a mutual friend's travel trailer over to his house from site so that we have our own little spot to crash away from his future in laws.

Maybe he really does just want a place to hide when they toss him out of his house tomorrow night. They seriously don't want him seeing his bride before the wedding.

My poor dear friend just wants his life back. Little does he know, that this is only just the beginning.

He shouldn't despair, though. His best man, and my family will all be there with bells on to cheer him on and make sure that he gets to the church on time!