NEVER AGAIN!

I thought you might be interested to see some pictures from our trip to California this last week. So, here you go. Yep, this is what we saw for 12 hours. Oh, and there are more... many many more. I took 103 pictures total, all truck rear ends! Yes, it is true, people travel 12 hours OR MORE all the time. Some people even travel across the country....amazing! What makes our trip different from others is what is located in the back seat of our car..... Here's our back seat, empty. Yes, it is possible to fit 3 car seats in the backseat. Now imagine those car seats filled.... with 3 very tired, moody, needy, whinny children for 12 hours.... and you have just imagined our trip. Warning... I'm going to start complaining! It was a worthy sacrifice, we were going to Aaron's (Shawn's brother) wedding. But it didn't seem worth it around Medford (about half way). Reagan had an explosive diaper which we stopped to change. The restroom didn't have a changing table and I wasn't about to lay her on the ground. So, I held her in the air with one arm while I changed her single-handily trying to dodge any poop that might get on my clothes (I was successful by the way). I gave her a sucker to keep her calm which ended up knotted in my hair. She was so messy I had to bathe her in the sink. All of this is in the view of several people coming in to use the bathroom, embarrassing (and probably socially inappropriate)! Of course, our suitcase is lodged in the trunk with so much other stuff that we can't get it open to get her a change of clothes.

That wasn't the worst....

We're driving when we smell something horrible. At first we think it's farmland, it must be the cows. But then we realize that the smell isn't going away. I look to the back seat... "Did someone poop?!?!?!" (My tone was outraged because this was right after the Reagan incident). Grant says "I did!" Okay, simple, we'll just have to pull over again, change him quickly then be on our way. What Grant neglected to tell us is that he decided to take his diaper off (who knows when?). He literally 'pooped his pants'! I just shake my head. You can imagine what I went through with that one..... again, no clothes to change into.

It was an adventure to say the least! Grant has uncontrollable tantrums and wakes nightly at home. Now, strap him into a carseat and try to calm him down... impossible. All right... I'll stop complaining now. We had a great week with the family, which outweighs the drive (sort of). I don't think it's so much the 12 hour drive. I think it's the close proximity to each other. Tantrums, screaming baby, moody mom, sleepy dad, and a chatty preschooler crammed in a 6' by 7' square. Give me one of these and I don't think I'd be complaining! I could drive it any day!