Destination good, trip bad

We came home from SC last Saturday. While in Charleston we had a great time relaxing and spending time with family and friends. Andrea and I left the girls for a couple days with my parents and headed to Disney. We rarely get any time together alone so we had a great time. We did find that we talked about the girls about every 10 minutes and looked at pictures and videos of them all the time. We still had fun though. We were definitely ready to get back to see them. Saturday we headed back towards the Burgh. We had high hopes for the trip as they slept the entire way down the previous week. Things did not go as well as we had hoped for. We had multiple explosions of wailing and general unhappiness. It started out ok but after about 4 hours all went down hill. At one point they were sleeping but someone and by someone I do not mean myself or Andrea had a real stinky one in their pants. Andrea and I were at a serious decision point. Do we pull over and change them? If we do, they will surely wake up and scream again. Do we roll down the windows for some fresh air and a little stink relief for us? If we do that the wind noise will wake them and they will scream. Our choice was to ride in a poop filled, foul smelling, quiet car for an hour until they woke on their own. We managed to do a 10 hour trip in just over 13 hours and got home at about 10:30pm. I have heard it said that it is not the destination but the trip, not with 2 four month old girls. For us it is all about the destination. The trip may hurt a bit. While we were in SC we had 2 things happen. Both girls laughed while Grandma Gregg was tickling them and they both rolled over on their own. Reagan has regressed a bit on the rolling since then but Riley is getting to be a professional. This presents a new issue for us with her. She rolls over onto her belly and then gets stuck and this angers her greatly. She has no concerns with sharing this anger and baby rage with us. This is only exaggerated by the fact that she has started teething. The baby rage that occurs when she has acid reflux, and teething pain while being stuck on her belly flailing around like a fish out of water is so extreme that I am sure that if she was placed in a room with any captured Al-Queda member they would be giving up every known location of enemy combatants just for some peace and quiet. She may have a future with the CIA.