Home at Last!

To Quote Holy Mama,

Praise God in Heaven, we. are. home.

And what a trip we had! You all know how completely awesome it was up in Colorado, amongst the snow and family.

No. I'm talking about the actual drive home.

Oh yes, we have some stories.


1. DD #1 christened the trip with the contents of her breakfast exactly 45 minutes in. At the gas station, I was seriously considering turning around and trying again the next day...

2. After we had braved the pass, and stopped for a much-needed bathroom break, we found out that the route we had hoped to take was now opened. Great news! Except that we were soon to find out that traffic on that road had come to a complete halt due to cows. As in, a large herd of them walking down the middle of the highway. Luckily, we were only delayed about 15 minutes.

3. After that delay, DH must have been just aching inside with losing those precious minutes... all of a sudden, as we zoomed along, he said, "whoops!" and eased off the accelerator... all I saw was the needle as it passed the number "95" on it's way down.

4. Not entirely unrelated, I heard DH ask DS #1 (who was sitting in the front seat at the time) to use his binoculars to see if he could spot any cops.

5. Which didn't work, by the way, as we left Memphis, TX... but all he gave us was a warning.

6. New vocab? DD#2 was adamant about finding "oatmeal drills" as we drove through west Texas.... aka Oil Drills.

7. We waited an extra 30 minutes for a bathroom break, so we could take one in the Dairy Queen in Childress, TX. DH and I were craving some yummy blizzards, and we thought the kids would appreciate a treat. You guessed it, no ice cream, they were all out. Almost an oxymoron, eh?

8. Also, at said DQ, I got the pleasure of sliding on my back, on the oh-so-clean bathroom floor, under a stall, in order to rescue DD #1 from the bathroom stall she had locked herself into. It was the only stall available, and there was a lady waiting. I felt very dignified. Really.

9. Last stop, Wichita Falls, TX...what could go wrong, really? How about DD #3 eating something off the ground at the gas station that looked like the m&m's her Mama had given her, but turned out to be who-knows-what? I really have no idea what it was, but when I tasted a morsel of it that she had spit out of her mouth, it was the most awful tasting medicine, anti-freeze, whatever I had ever tasted. Luckily, she spit it all out, and there have been no side-effects...

Notice there are a lot of "luckily's". I firmly believe that "luck" had nothing to do with it. We were praying, my parents were praying "please lord, let them get home, PLEASE!" (just kidding mom... right?) and my friends were praying, too.

Thanks all!