finally at Nana and Poppy's

We got to Florida and had to keep going and going and going.  You

 think that you are close to your destination when you have passed into the last state, but you know that Florida is long and it gets longer as you drive.  John actually had a moment where Oscar was sleeping, I was napping in the back and he said that he couldn’t drive anymore, so we had to pull overand switch drivers again.  I guess getting up at 5:30am because the baby is now completely off schedule, has 

it’s good points: we’re through the Atlanta traffic early and it’s bad points: John’s hit a wall that he doesn’t normally hit in driving.  We have finally arrived at Nana and Poppy’s  and I have to say that I was worried about how Oscar would react to people who he’s seen once when he was 4 months old and only heard on

  Skype since then, but he handled it like a champ.  He smiled and turned away in his coy flirty way and then realized that these people would give him anything he wanted since they put him on his Christmas present immediately.  Forget that it’s not even Christmas Eve, when you have a rocking horse handmade by Poppy, you 

get to see it immediately.  It’s beautiful and it’s huge!!! I don’t know how we’re going to bring it home in our overpacked car, but dad said that it comes apart in one place and it will obviously ride shotgun on the way home.  No cop would stop a driver with a beautiful rocking horse in the front seat right?  Unless, I try to get in the HOV lane with it or something…We got to settle in a little and see all the wildlife that is still around here.  I was out front getting something out of the car and saw a pure white tree frog on the house and had to get a picture, but when mom came out with Oscar, it jumped on my head while peeing across me which made me flail about trying to get it out of my hair and Oscar got very upset seeing his mother look like a fool I assume, or maybe he just thought that there was something to be scared of because I looked like a banshee slapping at my head and trying to get frog urine off my face.  Mom immediately pointed out that I was going to get warts of course, and I’ll be damned if a day later there wasn’t a white bump on my face that had never been there before…..love to all, jo