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At long last, it was time to head to Dallas. We left directly from breakfast at the Village Inn, where we had just said "see ya laters" to the Primms. Oh, and remember how I said that we had kept enough stuff with us to survive for a week, and that I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to fit in the car? I happen to be very perceptive. It totally didn't fit. So we left a few things that weren't absolutely essential with the Primms and then crammed as much stuff into the car as possible.

It was not the most comfortable ride, what with junk piled up to our ears; with two pillows, a Boppy, and a dog on my lap, who, btw, couldn't decide whether the front seat or back seat was more comfortable and spent the whole trip alternating between the two in an attempt to figure it out; with the door to my right and Alex in his new, cumbersome, "big boy" car seat to my left; with a diaper bag, a tote bag, a cooler, and a camera bag at my feet; with the DVD player precariously perched on a pile of baby toys, just close enough for Alex to knock it down over and over again with his foot, cuz clearly, that was much more fun than just watching the doggone video; with A falling asleep with his poor head cocked to the side in a seemingly painful fashion, and me, the Good Mother, trying to stuff enough pillows around it to prop his head up without smothering him in the process...I just kept reminding myself that it was only five hours, that it could be worse, and, oh yeah, it was only a one-way trip. That doesn't mean I wasn't tempted, on many occasions, to roll down the window and chuck some things out onto the highway. I mean, who needs a laptop or toilet paper or eating utensils anyway?

When Alex wasn't snoozing, he was a bit of a beast, so I spent a lot of time trying to keep him entertained. It sort of worked. For, like, a minute.

The rest of the time, he just entertained himself, making faces and noises and whining and fussing...

Huff. Needless to say, I was getting more and more excited about getting to Dallas.