Road Trips

Travelling across the country with Little Boo means sitting in the middle back seat and flopping my boob over into the car seat when he gets peckish so that we don’t have to stop 7 times in a 4 hour journey. Road trips these days are also full of mini panic attacks brought on by my car-accident-specific-anxiety which of course is made worse by the presence of my precious little boob monster.

At least we have chocolate.