The boys turned 44 months old on the day we left for a week-long trip to Virginia. It was the second-most exhausting trip of my life (the first being the road trip Kristina and I took to San Antonio with them when they were 5.5 months old) and started with Miles barfing all over me on the plane.
Good times.
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camryn
Oh no! Barf is not fun in any circumstance but yuck! Was he sick the whole trip? Hope the rest of the trip was a great time, minus the exhaustion…
Love the kids new shoes. Crocodiles? Too cute.
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