Life in the fast lane, part 1.

We are moving to Atlanta. With a six week old. You heard me. We are crazy. House got packed on Monday and Tuesday, so since we technically had no place to stay, why not stay at the Four Seasons? And, Mr. Robbins, for $70 extra, would you like to get upgraded to a premium suite? Why yes we would, thanks for asking.

So The Nug got to spend his last night in DC at a swanky hotel. He's high maintenance. They brought him his own crib, diaper pail, bath toys and hippo spout cover, and get this - his own fridge to store his bottles! Seriously, this kid is getting spoiled rotten.

And because he loves the lap of luxury so much, he decided he didn't want to miss a second of it. He wanted to stay up all night long! As Parker Atherton would say, he rock-starred the place. So no one slept well, but at least the sheets were nice.

So now we are in the car. It's raining. We didn't leave till 11. Missed our first exit, almost got in a wreck, and once again, The Nug is resisting sleep.

It's going to be quite a week in the fast lane.