Last weekend I was in Las Vegas for work. Mason came with me and my friend Jess brought her 10-week-old baby girl. On Tuesday night after work we decided to go see the Hoover Dam. I have seen Hoover Dam but I was hanging out with a group of friends who never had. Someone said, "we are going to the Hoover Dam at night and we are taking two babies?"
You know we did. Sure the babies tag-team cried for about 20 miles and we all contemplated jumping out of a moving vehicle at some point of the trip. But by golly we were all "Hoover Dam or bust." All it took was getting out of the car when we arrived and the babies were happy as can be. On the way home, the babies slept. Had we given up and turned around when they first started to cry, we wouldn't have gotten this awesome picture.
I can't be the only person to have done something like this? Am I?
I went to the craft store to pick up some things for the trip. It was only when I reached for the glue that I realized I had lost my mind. Glue? In a car? The worst thing that has ever happened to me is getting a minivan. I treat it like it is the living room. Derek freaked out and said, "You can't give the kids a glue project in the car. That is crazy." He is exactly right so I put that glue right back and bought those alphabet stickers in the tub. I think there are about 500 in there and there appears to be an inordinate amount of X's. Whatever. There will be a lot of kisses on paper then.
I also bought those dollar paddles with the ball attached on the stretchy string. I envision getting to the West Virginia border before someone figures out how to bounce the ball so hard that it extends to his brother's seat and most likely on his head.
I proposed an elaborate tubing system between the seats so the boys could send their cars back and forth but then I was reminded of that special on television about people getting impaled in car accidents with things like tissue boxes. I think we'll have to settle for the usual imaginative play instead. When I told Ethan we were going away, the following conversation ensued.
K: Ethan. Did you know we are going on a road trip this week?
E: What do you mean?
K: We are going to drive to Chicago this week.
E: Where is Chicago?
K: About 700 miles away.
E: But we can't, Mom.
K: Why can't we?
E: I'll probably have to go to the bathroom.
K: We can stop if you need to go.
E: Mom. I needed to go to the bathroom for so long today and you wouldn't stop the car.
K: That's a good point. But I promise that I will stop to let you go to the bathroom on our road trip.
E: After a long time?
I'm really going to work on that. No one wants to be remembered as the parent who wouldn't even let the kids out of the car on gas stops (looking at you, Grandpa). Did your parents stop the car when YOU needed to go?