Road Trip.

I've learned quite a few things in my twenty-eight years and lately I'm discovering how much more I have to learn about being a momma. Like lesson two hundred and eight seven: Never, never ever, take a road trip to Chicago when there is construction all along the highway and you are not equipped with a DVD player that plays Barney. Lesson learned. It was a long seven hours and twenty-four minutes and the little man was not so happy with the ride. A quick-fix? Jacob, meet your first happy meal at McDonalds. Hello, Golden Arches and hello, greasy baby hands. I cringed at the thought of how horribly unhealthy this meal was for him, laughed thinking about some of my momma friends that never thought they would see the day that I would feed this meal to my child, and adored the way my little one loved ketchup.



I mean, he really went after it.



And just when he thought it was all gone, he dug deeper.



There came a point when eating fries was not even in his agenda, he just wanted straight tomato deliciousness.



And when he thought that was gone, well.... he just went after the container.



But the best part of day one of our road trip was seeing my great friend, Samantha. Thank you, Professor Zamoff for bringing us two ladies together in your unforgettable sociology class.



And I was incredibly touched when I finally got to introduce my little man to one of my closest friends.



Other things I've learned in my life? I suppose a good, overloaded sodium meal is okay in a jam and, more importantly, never let go of dear friends... The people in your life that, no matter where you are and what you are doing, they will always be right there for you.

Just two ladies laughing hysterically like the first day we met....



More road trip fun to come....