I did a HORRIBLE job taking pictures on our Utah trip. I took ZERO pictures of the cousins that Taylor and McKay had a blast with. I didn't even get a picture of the bride & groom! This is what I did get...Lani's shower. I had fun making the invitations and planning the games! Our family at the Salt Lake Temple. It was a cold, rainy, happy day. We had a great time at the wedding and reception. It was great spending time with family--playing games, laughing, eating, and watching the cousins play together. We had a wonderful trip.
However, traveling home was the trip from HELL!! Really. Imagine all the horrific possibilities on a twelve hour drive and they most likely happened.
The first seven hours of the trip were OK. We made great time. The kids were tired and out-of-it, so we didn't stop much, we just drove on. We made it from Orem, UT to Barstow, CA in 7 and a half hours driving at about 85 MPH.
Just before we reached Barstow, one of our wheels started making this funny sound. A few seconds later something happened. We thought the tire had blown. Turns out that the tread on the tire had fallen off. So we stopped at Burger King, which happened to be the nearest fast food restaurant, to quickly eat and change the tire as fast as possible. The kids didn't eat well.
We were on our way again, ready to continue our trip with a spare tire. I mean, come on, we have three children, we wanted the car ride to be done with.
Right after we drove through Barstow, Taylor threw up all over the car and it reeked. So of course we have to pull off again, change Taylor's clothes, wipe down the car, bag the stinky clothes, chuck the car-seat cover, etc.
Then we showed Taylor how to vomit in a Ziploc bag. We practiced with her. We had a little drill. "Oh no, Taylor! You have to throw up! What do you do?" She did it perfectly well... in the drill.
A few minutes--that's right, minutes--later on our trip she vomited, again. We stopped at a gas station this time. We got paper towels. Spencer got a great idea. (In truth, I think he was really tired of being the one to clean up!) He cut up a plastic grocery bag with his Leatherman to make a "bib". He tied it around Taylor's neck. That bag was a life-saver! It worked! Vomit #3 and #4 went right in the bag. Poor Taylor.
To top it all off, I got a ticket on our home stretch, coming into Fresno going 80mph in a 70mph-zone. I couldn't even explain to the cop what we had just been through. Would he have believed me? Is it a good enough excuse to be speeding on our last leg of our awful trip? Do you feel sorry for any of us? Yeah, it was pretty much the worst trip ever. Why don't you make up scenarios for me that could be worse? That might make me feel better!