Day 268

Words cannot begin to describe what I am feeling after traveling 12+ hours to get to Hatteras. Now, under normal circumstances, the trip should have not taken but half that time, but thanks to that bish Irene, the only road to get there was washed away in just a few places. While trying to ever so quietly sneak out of his crib at 4am the kid wakes up totally and fully. Who does that? GO BACK TO BED!! Nope, wide awake and ready to party he was. Thankfully once we hit Swanquarter and boarded our first ferry (a mere 2.5ish long ferry ride) he promptly fell asleep. Him and our fearless driver.