This has the potential for disaster written all over it

Tomorrow Laggin and I are headed out for a little road trip to visit Terin. Sounds like fun, yes? YES! Except this delightful little adventure has one very small variable that could make all involved terribly miserable: XC.

To make life easier for all (at my house) my sweet squishy baby is going with us. Here lately riding in the car is not his favorite activity. He’s not terrible, just moderately fussy. Also, XC has never been in his car seat for more than 40 minutes. Our trip will take us roughly two hours. Should XC decide to pitch a fit two hours is a long damn time to listen to a baby scream and cry.

I also worry that my normally affable, happy baby will be a cranky punk that will make Laggin and Terin regret our coming along. Oy. Know what the kick in the ass is, should it all turn out suckish? This was my idea so I’ve no one to blame but myself.

On the upside: the big Tonklings aren’t coming so that’s something, right?

Update: XC was a very good baby. Apart from a slight freak out en route, he did beautifully in the car and even slept the whole way home. It was a lovely afternoon, lunch was yummy, the company was fabulous and I’m totally up for doing it again.