Every. Time.

As anyone who has multiple small children knows, riding in the car isn't a sing at the top of your lungs, rock out to music, enjoy the scenery, take time to pray, have a good conversation or anything you once knew as normal. I mean there are moments where any or all of those things can happen but that's usually it, moments. Then there are the inevitable and much more frequent: whine/pain infliction/hunger/thirst/need for bathroom/lack of agreement on a song to sing or listen to/questions...lots and lots of questions moments that tend to blur together. Don't get me wrong we have fun, just some day's the more attention deserving moments, the moments we all need to realign ourselves to think of each other and not ourselves, take over. There is this hilarious thing that has become a habit now for probably a month. As soon as we turn onto our street Taylor's head flops to the side and everyone informs me at exactly the same time what she's doing. "Mom Taylor's pretending to be asleep!"

Every! Time! I'm not kidding. Some days she's more convincing, other days the kids tattling gets to her and she knows she's funny and giggles herself. This kid, she cracks me up. Who know's how long this will last, it's been pretty steady for a while now.