A Sunday Drive

Yesterday we decided to head up in the mountains to take in some of the beautiful fall scenery. We brought sandwich bags for the kids to gather leaves in, and we had great intentions of stopping somewhere with a vast array of colors for them to select from. We drove up Emigration Canyon and then came down into Parley's via Jeremy Ranch. Emigration Canyon was incredible, but the Jeremy Ranch side of the mountain was rather dull. Unfortunately, we didn't stop in Emigration Canyon, so by the time we pulled off the road, there weren't nearly as many beautiful leaves to pick from. Because of this failure, we didn't have the chance to capture a "Look at us in the fall!" snapshot.

We ended up stopping by a pioneer trail to let the kids get out and walk around for a while.

 

 Daisy was thrilled because there was a "fidge." Daisy loves "fidges."

Nicky requested a turn with the camera:

(This is one of the only times you will ever see Scotty and me wearing the same shirt)

Then Daisy requested a turn with the camera:

(Pretty good for her first snapshot)

Then it was, "Mom! take a picture of me like this!"

 

"Mom! take a picture of me like this!"

   

(He's golfing)

 "Mom! Let me take a picture of that leaf!"

   

 "Mom! Look at our dirty bums!"

   

 "Now watch me do this!"

 

Then it was, "Okay, kids! back in the car!"

And things were dandy for a moment.

But then the real fun started. Nicky began whining about his stomach hurting, so we went through our usual routine for when one of the kids' stomachs hurts:

"Do you need to poop?"

"Do you feel like you're going to throw up?"

No and no.

But then ten seconds after we asked him, he said, "I need to puke!"

So we opened the window to give him some air and booked it to the bathroom that was 1/4 mile away. As soon as he got out of the car, Nicky burped and said he felt better. 

Back in the car.

Acceleration.

"I'm going to puke!"

Stop the car.

Get out of the car.

Burp.

Back in the car.

Acceleration.

"I'm going to puke!"

Sigh.

And of course, while all of this was going on, Daisy started yelling repeatedly that she needed to poop. So the entire ride home went something like this:

"I'm going to puke!"

"I'm going to poop!"

"I'm going to puke!"

"I'm going to poop!"

The not knowing finally got to me, and I yelled, "Just poop and puke already! I can't handle the 'what if!' Just fill this car with bodily waste now so I can relax!!"

But by some miracle, we made it home.

And now we know that we have at least one child who gets car sick. It's a fate we couldn't have possibly escaped since Scotty and I were both the ones puking in the back seat of the car as children.

As for the pooping? That's another fate we couldn't have escaped. I'm pretty sure all of our kids will poop.