The Travels of Two Boys and Twelve Hours

I decided to make the trek to Texas with boys this past week.  I made this trip before a little over a year ago and, the first time I did it, I went the whole 12 hours in one day.  Since John wasn't potty trained then and I was younger and hadn't had Gus yet I was able to do that.  But this time I decided to stop in Amarillo for the night and boy was I glad to see Amarillo!  Gus cried the last 30 minutes of our ride that day and my thought was just to check into the hotel then find a place to get some food.  I'm so glad the hotel had a restaurant since Gus was going nowhere near the car again for a good 8 hours.  My $12 hamburger was worth every penny not to hear the kid shriek at the thought of getting back into his car seat.

John was very anxious to get to Texas.  I made the mistake of telling him we were going a week before.  He became very excited.  About every 30 minutes he would ask "Are we in Texas yet?"  When we crossed the border into New Mexico I told him that we had just left Colorado and were in New Mexico.  He said, "This is not New Mexico." I asked him where we were if we weren't in New Mexico and he said, "I don't know, but we're sure not in New Mexico."  I finally was able to convince him that we were indeed in New Mexico and then he just kept singing, "New Mexico, New Mexico, New Mexico..."  Then out of the blue he asked, "Mom, where is Old Mexico?"  These are things I just don't always have answers for.

While John is singing New Mexico over and over again, Gus has grown tired of voicing his displeasure about his car seat, so he decided to act out in other ways.  Having had all he wanted of his milk he decided to turn the bottle upside down and press it against his sock causing all of the milk to escape the bottle and empty onto his sock.  He ended up not being happy with his decision as he wanted the wet sock off of his foot, but no matter how hard he pulled the wet sock stuck to his foot it didn't budge.  This is when I turned up the radio.