87. Back in the car

My aunt Angie is in town from AR so Z and I went to see her for the first time on Sunday.  Hated to put the little guy back in his carseat that he loves oh so much, but the trip was only about an hour each way, and he was a trooper.  Fell asleep with his head folded forwards on the way there.  Poor little dude.  The ride back ended with the worst car meltdown we have ever had.  Momma didn't think about the fact that it was late Sunday afternoon on a holiday weekend.  Traffic was a real $&@*+= on our way home.

Z snoozin on the office floor at my grandparents.