No I am not locked in the bathroom or lost in the basement... although, sometimes I would like to lock myself in the bathroom, but the kids always find me..... 

I am on vacation!  We left on Sunday morning and drove four days to California.  We arrived last night.  What a horrid, horrid trip. 

Before we left, we were packing, cleaning, having house showings and trying to put a bid on the house that we found and like.  Yes, I have alot to blog about....

Ok, the horrid trip....  Baby B cried and screeched.  Alot.  We stopped.  Alot.  Princess C pooped in her pants.  Twice.  We stopped at Walmart.  Twice.  We drove 700 miles and it took us about 14 hours.  But we found our very first letterboxes.  That was fun.  We felt like we were on Amazing Race.  Some of the clues had us using a compass (our first Walmart stop.)  Luckily, D just got his compass merit in Royal Rangers because us adults were clueless as to how to use it.  We had to go 260 degrees to the picinic shelter and D pointed the way and hubby was like, "We are supposed to walk on water???  I don't think so."  So he took the compass and said it has to be this way.  Well, when that didn't work, we went back to the original spot to try again, and low and behold, across the pond was a picinic shelter, right were D had pointed.  We didn't see it originally because there were trees in the way.  So, D got to feel pretty smart.  Also that first day, Baby B would not sleep!!!  He had two naps about 20 min each and didn't go to bed until 1 AM!!!  It was awful.  The next days weren't as bad.  B finally decided he liked Signing Time, so the last few hours of the trip we had a Signing Time marathon.  UGH!  I am so sick of hearing them now.  But it was better than him screaching.  As it was, he kept screaming, "Signing Time!" 

Well, that's it for now.  I'm gonna go enjoy some more visiting time.  (we are at my brother's house)