Here’s the deal y’all: we’re in Texas. T to the E to the X to the A to the S.
And we drove here with our 2 1/2 month old. Crazy? Probably. It’s only something I worried about for, you know, WEEKS and tried to think through every possible scenario in which Wes could freak out. And the solutions? Well, besides my boobs our only saving grace has been physically holding a pacifier in his mouth. Homeslice is stubborn!
The one thing that I didn’t worry about though was what Nate and I were going to eat. You guys remember when I declared successfully making homemade crack on Twitter a little while back? It’s true, I totally said that AND I meant it.
Homemade crack at your fingertips and it’s not actually drugs. Double score.
I also finally made my own chewy granola bars – something that, although I never mentioned it previously, I’ve been wanting to do for a loooooooooong time. They’re chewy, soft, crunchy and chocolatey, just like any good granola bar should be. So even though Wes has had a hard time adjusting to life on the road (more to come on that later) Nate and I have been eating like champs. HALLELUJAH!