When I told people of our plans to turn our move into a two week cross country family adventure, many looked at me like I was crazy. “ A three-year-old, a year old, two cats and a very full car. You really think that sounds like fun?”

It did, and it is, however, I am definitely getting why people think it sounds like a crazy endeavor. Joey and Nathan are both so far off schedule that we spent 2 ½ hours getting them to sleep last night. Steve and I were both so frustrated, but at times, we just had to laugh.

The cutest part was when I realized Joey was too hot in his footy sleeper, so I stripped him down, and he suddenly discovered his belly button for the first time. Every 10 seconds for about an hour he’d go back to looking down at his little tummy and pinching himself.

He was just in this zone of not wanting to go to sleep, even though he was obviously so tired. He would almost be completely asleep, and then he’d throw his little eyelids back open, say “da da” at the top of his lungs, and sit up and start crawling around again. Then he’d hurl himself into me because he could barely keep his head up. I’m covered in bruises from the neck down, and fairly certain we might have a future NFL linebacker on our hands.

Meanwhile, poor Nathan has been a little under the weather and just wanted me to snuggle him to sleep, so he forced himself to stay awake. It was 10:30, Colorado time, and Joey finally relented, but once I settled in with Nathan he went into question mode again, and wanted to ask me about the fire alarm on the ceiling, if I like Dodge Durangos, and if my sunburn from 4 months ago was okay.