So it's now just a little over three days until we go on our first family-of-four vacation. Hell, it's the first vacation we've taken since 1997 which saw my not-so-famous mooning of the entire back bay area from our corner room at the Copley Place Marriott. We also saw the Braves play two of their first three inter-league games sitting in the "quaint" confines of Fenway Park. We did all the touristy and not so touristy stuff in Boston and I freaking loved it.

Since then, we've bought a new house, had two kids, reconciled with a parent from whom I'd been estranged for some time, and taken hardly a three day weekend to do anything, and we really haven't gone anywhere at all, so we're terribly excited about this vacation.

Anyway, Sunday we were driving to my MIL's house for a mother's day meal of pulled pork and hot dogs (pretty saucy and suggestive fare considering it was mother's day) and got a brief preview of our six hour drive to Hilton Head this Saturday.

From behind the pilot's seat, urchin 1.0 waited exactly 2.5 of the 25 miles to ask "Are we almost to meemee's house?" and then proceeded to demonstrate her newly learned talent (whistling one note) all the way there.

Then last night, she discovered that she could open and close the headphone cubbyhole in the back of the driver's seat using only her foot. And so she tried to do that over and over again.

So I envision a whistling, are we there yetting, seat kicking four year old driving the driver (me) insane before we leave our home county.

And folks wonder why our dads used to yell "DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!!!!"