Where are we going again, Marmie; and what's this thing called a
roadtrip?
Georgia...
Hmmmmmm...
Grandpa, you up there?
Clippy, clippy, clippy...
I, Rebecca Dawn, Princess of the Van, declare no nappies on this trip! (She only slept a fitfull one hour and 20 minutes the entire 12-hour trip!)
Lunch at Cracker Barrell...Mommy says she thinks
she sat in the same high chair! A
real belt?! Cool!
Chillaxin' before we hit the Georgia border...
This chair fits me
just right.
Apparently,
Auntie didn't hear my declaration.
Where are we going again, Marmie; and what's this thing called a roadtrip?
Georgia...Hmmmmmm...
Grandpa, you up there?
Clippy, clippy, clippy...
I, Rebecca Dawn, Princess of the Van, declare no nappies on this trip! (She only slept a fitfull one hour and 20 minutes the entire 12-hour trip!)
Lunch at Cracker Barrell...Mommy says she thinks she sat in the same high chair! A real belt?! Cool!
Chillaxin' before we hit the Georgia border...
This chair fits me just right.
Apparently, Auntie didn't hear my declaration.
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