Monday, July 21, 2008
Arizona
As previously stated, I am not a big fan of Phoenix. But I really could have used a big fan!! An industrial type one. But it must be said that the drive out there was very pretty. It really is amazing how much rock formations and climent are out there, in just one area!! We drove through deserts, mountains and even a forest. We literally drove through billions of years of earth’s history. You could see the stories of the past painted into the different layers of the rocks. It was fun to share that with Chad, who loves geology, and with the babies.
On a different note, my kids are weird!! They will not go to sleep on a road trip. One time we drove to California, starting out at 3 in the morning. Our hope was that Lauren would sleep most of the way. But nope, the girl stayed awake the whole 12 hours of the drive. And on this trip, both Lauren and Evan refused to give it up and just close their eyes. They would play with their toys for about 15 mins, maybe 20. They would start to laugh hysterically. Soon the laugh would morph into tears. Then silence for maybe 10 min, and the cycle would start all over again. I personally love to sleep on a road trip!! Every time I am surprised about how fast the drive is and how far we have come since I last closed my eyes. When I share that with Chad, he just looks at me quizzically. I guess for the person driving, the drive is long. We are home now. I love walking in the door of my house after being away for awhile. I love my house. I love being away, but it is always nice to come back home again.
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That picture of Chad carrying Lauren cracked me up. It reminded me of the signs you see in Arizona of immigrant families crossing the road. "Vamanos! Vamanos, Lauren!"
I love to sleep too but John will never let me. he always wants me to talk to him but I run out of stuff to talk about after the first 100 miles!
How fun! Yup...BlackEyedSue is my SIL. Isn't she just amazing!? So funny, what a small world!
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