The only down side to this trip is that Cooper decided that he hated our hotel room. He would fall asleep for about 2 hours but would wake up crying. The next room tapped on our wall so it was a little nerve wracking. So, he slept on my chest both nights to keep from me having to go to the next room for a come to Jesus meeting. Like really, dude, do you think his crying is music to my ears? Really, how do you keep a baby from crying for the entire night? Now, my mommy heart enjoyed our closeness but my back not so much. Homeboy is a good 22 pounds now and having him on your chest for 8+ hours is hard on the whole 32 year old body.
For those familiar with Savannah, could you please tell me when it's not hotter than sin there? Geez!