to grandma Atkinson's house we go! Jerel drove all night to minimize the amount of baby screaming we'd have to hear. It worked fairly well, Isaiah slept all but about 3 of the 12 hours. I keep crossing my fingers that pretty soon we'll be insanely wealthy and able to fly instead of drive, but it hasn't happened yet. Apparently Intel doesn't give out 600% raises, so for now we'll be driving. I sat in the front seat, and sometime during the night I was looking at the empty backseat next to Isaiah and it looked a lot more roomy than my front seat (I can't put my seat back all the way, or recline it at all, because Zay's carseat is behind me). So I moved to the back seat and spent the rest of the trip looking at the roomy front seat that I should've stayed in. Oh well, we made it. Jerel drives the whole time because he can't stand my driving (I don't blame him, I'm not a good driver at all). When we got to Utah, Jerel stayed up with Isaiah while I took a five hour nap . . . I know, I'm so selfless!
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