Not. Go. Ing. An. Y. Where. To. Mor. Row.

Or the next day, or the next. Suddenly the Peach is sick. Again, poor thing. This has got to be literally like the 8th time for her this season. And it seems like we've been driving here and there (looong trips mind you, not just local errands) visiting these people, picking up that person, dropping off this person. Just simply too much for a 4 month old. And unfortunately Butter Bean is not one of those babies who is lulled to sleep by a moving car. In fact he hates it. And it's only getting worse, because each time we have to drive somewhere for longer than like 10 minutes he starts to get annoyed of being in the car seat, cries, then cries harder each second that I don't rescue him from the Car Seat Of Doom. Driving back home from the mountain Easter Sunday, normally about a 1 1/2, sometimes 2 hour drive, took FOUR HOURS. We stopped five times in between hungry baby, sad baby, preschool-sized bladders, angry baby, etc. So now he pretty much associates the car seat with being neglected by mama and being miserable, and I dread any trip in the near future, even those to the grocery store. We have one trip to do for the weekend of April 5th-6th, but maybe by then we'll have done enough short in-town driving that he'll somewhat calm down about the car seat thing. Also hopefully Peach will be well again by then. Also I hope Butter Bean doesn't get sick. Gah!!! Suffice it to say that it will feel good to stay at home tomorrow and not have to get in the car at all.