To celebrate Pioneer Day, we drove to Rexburg, Idaho to visit BYU-Idaho and the Rexburg Temple, and then to Albion to visit Joy's father's graveside. The 10 hours in a car with two little ones went much better than anticipated. We may talk about the real reasons for the trip later, but until then here are several vignettes from the drive:
Princess kept a clean diaper almost the entire drive. She only asked to go potty when she really needed to and did. She set such a good example, Superstar also had a successful day. We are very proud of both of them.
Stopping for lunch, we passed a car lot with a giant inflatable dinosaur in a Godzilla position. I said to Princess, "Look at the dinosaur. He wants to give you a hug!" She was pleased at the idea and agreed to give it a hug. I then told the kids that "Rawr" means "I love you" in dinosaur. That turned my son into a dinosaur for a fair part of the day, Rawring his love away for all to hear. Princess would ask him to stop, then look around mischievously and start rawring herself.
At lunch, Princess was giving me some very cute looks.
I said, "Aww, who's two years old and loves her Daddy?"
She gave me the sweetest little melt your heart smile and said, "Me." Then I got a kiss.
Superstar needed to profess his five year old love to me also with a big peanut buttery kiss.
We stopped in Snowville, UT, on the way back for dinner. If you happen to find yourself there, Joy and I heartily recommend the San Juan sandwich at the Ranch House Diner - roast beef, chicken, pastrami, lots of bacon, American cheese, and lots of onions fried together with BBQ sauce, mayo, and a touch of mustard. Joy gives it a big win. The onion rings were also impressive. The philly cheesesteak, not so much. Who serves them on hamburger buns anyway?
The menu informs us that Snowville is a teeny little town of 177 named after Lorenzo Snow, not the snowfall. It also mentions that they have an elementary school, but the kids 6th grade and over are bused 40 miles out each way. I joked to Joy, "And we're looking for a school further away we could send them."
The door had a sign on it advertising slaughtered pigs for sale for your deep freeze from some local ranch. You could buy them either whole or halved. Joy had to check to make sure I wasn't telling her this because I wanted to pile one in the trunk.
I now have a strange desire to visit the Potato Museum. Did you know they have a potato hall of fame? Since one child was asking for a potty anyway, I did turn off to start heading for the Golden Spike historic point, but it turned out to be too much of a detour too late at night.
We didn't see many potatoes, but a lot of alfalfa and golden grain. As a friend pointed out, eating local in Utah means eating meat. Princess actually got bored of looking at cows out the window: "No more cows, Mommy."
I made Joy a CD of love songs about being apart. So we spent an hour crying together while we drove. We'll each have a copy.
Superstar has fallen in love with the title song to "Women at the Well," which he wants to learn how to sing. He had Joy sing it to him 2-3 times at the end of the drive. When she lost her place at one point, he told her she needed to keep practising because she doesn't have it down yet. "Maybe we should listen to it some more."
We reached Ogden by the time it was turning dark. Until we got back home, we passed firework after firework celebrating Pioneer Day. They never really stopped the entire time. Sometimes five or six would go off all along the horizon. It was glorious. I think we'll have to drive up and down the I-15 for July 4 next year.
Princess kept a clean diaper almost the entire drive. She only asked to go potty when she really needed to and did. She set such a good example, Superstar also had a successful day. We are very proud of both of them.
Stopping for lunch, we passed a car lot with a giant inflatable dinosaur in a Godzilla position. I said to Princess, "Look at the dinosaur. He wants to give you a hug!" She was pleased at the idea and agreed to give it a hug. I then told the kids that "Rawr" means "I love you" in dinosaur. That turned my son into a dinosaur for a fair part of the day, Rawring his love away for all to hear. Princess would ask him to stop, then look around mischievously and start rawring herself.
At lunch, Princess was giving me some very cute looks.
I said, "Aww, who's two years old and loves her Daddy?"
She gave me the sweetest little melt your heart smile and said, "Me." Then I got a kiss.
Superstar needed to profess his five year old love to me also with a big peanut buttery kiss.
We stopped in Snowville, UT, on the way back for dinner. If you happen to find yourself there, Joy and I heartily recommend the San Juan sandwich at the Ranch House Diner - roast beef, chicken, pastrami, lots of bacon, American cheese, and lots of onions fried together with BBQ sauce, mayo, and a touch of mustard. Joy gives it a big win. The onion rings were also impressive. The philly cheesesteak, not so much. Who serves them on hamburger buns anyway?
The menu informs us that Snowville is a teeny little town of 177 named after Lorenzo Snow, not the snowfall. It also mentions that they have an elementary school, but the kids 6th grade and over are bused 40 miles out each way. I joked to Joy, "And we're looking for a school further away we could send them."
The door had a sign on it advertising slaughtered pigs for sale for your deep freeze from some local ranch. You could buy them either whole or halved. Joy had to check to make sure I wasn't telling her this because I wanted to pile one in the trunk.
I now have a strange desire to visit the Potato Museum. Did you know they have a potato hall of fame? Since one child was asking for a potty anyway, I did turn off to start heading for the Golden Spike historic point, but it turned out to be too much of a detour too late at night.
We didn't see many potatoes, but a lot of alfalfa and golden grain. As a friend pointed out, eating local in Utah means eating meat. Princess actually got bored of looking at cows out the window: "No more cows, Mommy."
I made Joy a CD of love songs about being apart. So we spent an hour crying together while we drove. We'll each have a copy.
Superstar has fallen in love with the title song to "Women at the Well," which he wants to learn how to sing. He had Joy sing it to him 2-3 times at the end of the drive. When she lost her place at one point, he told her she needed to keep practising because she doesn't have it down yet. "Maybe we should listen to it some more."
We reached Ogden by the time it was turning dark. Until we got back home, we passed firework after firework celebrating Pioneer Day. They never really stopped the entire time. Sometimes five or six would go off all along the horizon. It was glorious. I think we'll have to drive up and down the I-15 for July 4 next year.
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