Frisco, Texas

If you ask the boys where we are moving, they shout: "Frisco, Texas"
It's cute.
Kinda makes me sad.
We took them with us to Frisco this week to look at houses. (No such luck this trip, have 2 in my favorites.)

1. Our first car ride since 11 months old. One word: brutal.

How did our families only ever take car trips?  This one was only 3.5 hours and only an hour in Hudson was asking for every single thing he could think of. No TVs in my car. 

2. One hotel room... 4 people? I know we did it every single time we went somewhere as a kid. I don't know how. Did everyone go to sleep at 8?

Every night some one either fell out of bed or got out of bed. And my little escape artist tried to go to the elevator at 3am. The kid only wants to move to the hotel. And I ended up sleeping with two 2.5 year olds trying to suction themselves to my body. This does not happen at home. But, we survived

3. You have to eat every meal outside of the house. And most often, me and just them... alone. It wasn't pretty, but no one got hurt. And they actually ate.

4. Outings: I packed the bikes and stopped at every park I could find. We found an old train. And we rode the escalators and elevators at the mall for an hour.

Can you just look at how big their faces look? 2 and a half. It's slowly breaking my heart how big they are getting. Please just stay little.