Travelling with a baby....

So today I learnt that a 4 hour journey as a couple becomes an 8 hour journey as a family. I kid you not. We left Durham at 10am and arrived in Essex at 6pm. We didn't sit in traffic for a minute, it was the 4 month old in the back that slowed us down.

Where we used to turn the radio up and sing along (apart from when Mr B made is listen to Talksport...yawn!), we now sing baa baa black sheep over and over. Where we used to do anything to avoid bumps and potholes in the road, we actively seek them out because the bumpier the better for getting the baby to sleep! Where we used to run into the services and grab a McDonald's half way down, we now stop at every service station for a feed, nappy change and wander...anything to occupy the bored baby and get him out of his car seat. Where we used to pack a small suitcase between us, our car is now packed full to the roof...I'm surprised there's anything left behind at home. How can a tiny baby need so much stuff for a long weekend?!

Anyway we have finally arrived (I could have flown to New York in the same amount of time!!) and settled in. Henry is loving all his cousins' toys and the attention he's getting, and I'm loving being in a house full of The Nod's baking and some of my very favourite people in the world. 

Night night from lovely Essex x

Today's discovery...vanilla spice latte. Good fuel for long journeys!