One mad-dash day of packing and last-minute orders.
One week's worth of homework collected.
One load of blouses for Michelle from Vea and Sherrell.
One bolt-flattened tire before we even got to Joplin.
One nerve-wracking tire-change on the side of a busy highway.
One nice policeman who parked behind us so cars would move over.
One stop at Sam's Club for snacks.
One bleary-eyed night driving 30 MPH in thick fog.
One nameless restaurant chain breakfast.
One little girl threw up.
One stop to run around at a rest stop.
Another little girl threw up.
Almost ran out of gas in Wyoming.
One little girl had an unspeakable sloppy diaper mess.
And...finally...UTAH. Can I say we're glad to be here?
(It would have been longer, but just insert "Lochlan cried and I fed him and changed him," between each line of the above.)
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1 comment:
Congrats on making it to Utah! :) Sounds like a lovely fun time!
When all little girls (and possibly the little boys) stop throwing up, we'd love to see you guys! :) Robynson just can't be around sick people...
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