So as everyone knows my bf, seven month olds and myself hit the road this labor day weekend. The destination was first to visit family in the District of Columbia. Our original plan was to leave Friday morning at midnight, but of course that plan was a FAIL. We didn’t end up actually hitting the road until about 4pm (ish). This was because we slept in and we are in the process of purchasing our first home so we had to tie up some loose ends with the bank and attorneys (headache, but fingers crossed!) Anyway, finally we got on the road and were on our way. I am convinced that the boys are naturally travelers because they had little to no issues on the ride up. We stopped for a pit stop and to change diapers once. I pre-made bottles so all I had to do was pour in distilled water and insert into fussy/crying baby and that was it. They did awesome! So we actually get into DC at about 1:30am on Saturday morning. And of course the boys are wired and ready to play since they slept pretty much the entire ride. But our family was ready to play, we stayed up talking for about an hour and a half and then settled in and slept. I woke up probably by 9:00am, showered and dressed myself and Thing 1 & 2. Our aunt prepared an amazing breakfast complete with pancakes, home fries, eggs, and turkey bacon. We probably didn’t leave until about 1 or 2pm.
Once again we were on the road, headed to the city of Brotherly Love for this festival! Of course we didn’t actually make it to the concert until about 7pm… So many issues smh. But anyway we got there and began to walk around… And my boyfriend and I felt like social pariahs we felt like or at least I felt like everyone was pointing and staring at me pushing this double stroller. LOL! Honestly, I felt like thee worst mom in the world and I was like “how/why would I bring my babies to this place?” Other passer-byers were like “you guys are awesome!” Or “ooo and ahhh” to our handsome sons. But the issue arose when drunk concert goers began to walk up to us one girl even came up and said “can I hold your baby?” … Me: “Uhhh NO”, (get yo life!) then some guys came up to take photos of my infants as they were on their dads shoulders. That’s when my boyfriend and I were like “ok time to go”! So we left. But luckily my friend/ sorority sister lives in town and she saved us and watched them for us just in time for me to catch Beyonce! So we dropped them off and went back to the concert. God bless her, shout out to RaKetra! Thanks boo! And thank you Martin for pushing thought the people so I could see Mrs. Carter (your the best)!
After the concert we went to Geno’s Steaks for a famous Philly Cheese Steak. Then we went back to our hotel and cuddled up with our children.
The next morning we woke up (late of course) with an hour until check out:(. But we made it , barley. Our last site visit was Love Park, the famous sculpture in the center of the city. Now we are headed back to good ol ATL! It has been a great trip minus the bumps and impromptu changes but we have each other and made it work! Here’s to many more
road trips to come. Love my family!
Enjoy the photo gallery below!