We’re back from Daytona Beach. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you all that we left on Friday morning afternoon. I was way too busy with woefully inadequate preparation efforts to post anything indicating that we were leaving for a weekend getaway.

This was Twilli’s first extended roadtrip and she did great. She did a lot better than her parents. We forgot to pack several items and stopped at Target while en route.

We forgot a few things at Target, so we made another stop at Publix.

We forgot a few things at Publix. At this point, we just said, “aw #$%!&* it!”

Traveling with a baby is only slightly less complicated than the task General Eisenhower had commanding the Allies in World War II. Fortunately, the only thing at stake is the sanity of a family unit rather than freedom and democracy in Europe.

Some highlights from our trip:

• Twilli got to meet her grandfather for the first time.
• We could see the ocean through our hotel window while lying in bed.
• Beth at Mom is Just a Nickname talked her family into meeting up with us in St. Augustine. We spent the afternoon strolling through the historic district together.

The return trip was much smoother. Our battle with entropy was not of the same magnitude it was on Friday morning and afternoon. The unnecessary stuff we brought didn’t need to be loaded back in to the car, saving us some time. Despite our difficulties, this was some much-needed time away from home to recharge the batteries.

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