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Road Trip - Traveling Across 10 States With A Pre-schooler

What were we thinking?! 10 States with a 3 year old. But we wanted to see family, and when you live so far away you do what you have to do. 

Armed with snacks, DVDs, and small toys we set off on our journey. Lil Man has tolerated 10+ hour days in the car.

We've had our moments, and we've reached our breaking point a few times. But to get to see our families has been so good for our hearts. Laughter has been abundant, and so have tears as we've had to drive away. Saying goodbye has been heart wrenching. 

But to see Lil Man get to know his family and interact with everyone has been a heart-filling experience. We have made some life-long memories on this trip. 

One morning as I laid in bed at the hotel, listening to my Hubby and Lil Man softly snore, the three of us together, I couldn't help but thank God for how very blessed I am. 

This trip hasn't been easy, and it's definitely had it's challenges, but I'm so glad that we decided to do this. I know Lil Man may be too young to remember this trip, but I know I always will. 


  1. Traveling with children can be very difficult. If kids don't listen to you and they don't behave you will have a nightmare vacation. But I'm sure you won't have any problems with your child!

    1. We had a great time... although we did have our moments!

  2. Wow, that is quite a journey! My family is a 12 hour drive away and we haven't braved it with our little ones yet.


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