Two Year-Olds, Road Trips, and Morning Sickness

Many times during our two and a half week road trip from Arizona to New York and many places in-between, I asked myself the question, "What was I thinking?"

Entertaining a two year-old in a car for eight hours was much harder than I thought it would be. Especially after Mr. Brown Eyes flew back to Arizona, and I was a single mom for over a week.

I can tell you I prayed. A lot.

So how do you survive a cross-country road trip with a two year-old?

Lots of peek-a-boo,

i-phone games,

ice cream,

sprinkles,

new toys,

exciting new things to see,

lots and lots of trips to the park,

and praying for nap time.



I also owe much thanks to the makers of Ice Age, Monsters vs. Aliens, and Mighty Machines, as well as Quaker and their chocolate-dipped granola bars.

So once my little Brown-Eyed Boy was entertained, all I had to worry about was how to survive a cross-country road trip with morning sickness.

That proved to be harder than the two year-old.

Still queasy,

The Brown-Eyed Girl

An Announcement

Just over a month ago, I made my husband breakfast.

Baby pancakes...

 ...made into baby sandwiches with baby eggs and baby sausages:

 "Are you sensing a theme?" I asked Mr. Brown Eyes as I handed him his plate.

He caught on pretty quick.

Did you?

In case you didn't, I will just tell you.

I am expecting baby #2, otherwise known as Ziggy, next spring.

We are super excited!

Prayers are answered.

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Fun with Camera Settings

To my despair, just a few weeks before our San Diego trip, the camera Mr. Brown Eyes bought while we were dating gave up the ghost. I still remember the night he bought it, plugging the battery into the wall and waiting anxiously for the little yellow light to turn green, filling the time until it was charged with Chinese food and making out. That camera journeyed to Jamaica with us, survived being crushed between a rock and a hard place (literally, a rock and Mr. Brown Eyes' rear-end), and witnessed the birth of our first child. I had a hard time accepting that it was dead. And I wasn't over-anxious to find its replacement.

But our vacation to San Diego required a camera, so on our way out of town we stopped at Best Buy and scoured their camera collection. In complete betrayal of our faithful old camera, we picked out a new one in about ten minutes. Mr. Brown Eyes liked it because it was waterproof, shockproof, and took much better pictures.

I liked it because it was red.

Yes, I'm a very discerning consumer.

Our new camera has some very fun settings. We had a great time playing with them.

Punk





Dramatic



See the face in the clouds? My mom discovered it.



Fragmented

 Watercolor

...and my personal favorite

Fish Eye



His huge head! His tiny little hand! This picture cracks me up!

Not to mention that it got totally drenched by a pilot whale at SeaWorld. And survived.

And so...in the midst of our fun and revelry, our old camera was forgotten.

Sorry, old camera. You lived a good life.

Thanks for all the pictures.

Moving on,
The Brown-Eyed Girl