Day five of our Journey!

While I packed everything back up Max entertained himself for a bit by shutting himself in the closet then sliding the door open and yelling "dee-doo!" (peek-a-boo!) every few seconds.

This hotel didn't have continental breakfast (my goof- forgot to check the amenities list) but they did have a nice attached restaurant that was serving Sunday brunch. Isaac and Max enjoyed watching the chef make their fresh waffle for them- Isaac ate most of his but Max was more interested in feeding his to me.

View from Flagstaff- yes we actually got snowed on in Arizona- the odd thing was there were these little flakes falling everywhere but when we looked up we could see the stars.

4 down, 2 to go!!!

Just like in Cars! (Near Gallup, New Mexico)

This picture is hysterical! Isaac was pretending they were in a high speed chase.

We stopped at a super WalMart to wander around the toy section a bit (A change of scenery from the usual rest stop) and pick up a few necessities. At the front of the store is this little arcade. I love how they don't care that the "rides" aren't moving- there's no way I am dipping into the Starbucks fund so a silly car can rock back and forth for 20 seconds.

Watch out! Crazy driver!

So I have been thinking this whole time that I must just be slow to get going in the morning- which is why we keep getting to our destinations so late. So I was thinking about it as I bustled about trying to get us back out the door this morning...and I realized...It's Not My Fault!

Contrary to what I'd like to think, I am NOT SuperMom and there are only certain things that can be accomplished in less than 3 hours -and unpacking, bathing and dressing 2 kids who would rather be doing anything else other than bathing and dressing; then bathing, dressing and making myself at least presentable; then re-packing, checking and re-checking to make sure we have everything while keeping the kids from unpacking what I've packed then getting everyone out to the car and loading it back up in the right places while making sure no one runs into the street; then choosing and setting up a movie for them and ensuring that blankies and binkies and water are all close by and at some point in all this craziness I have to feed them. Then before we actually get on the road we need to gas up. So no wonder my average wake-up time is 7:30 and my average start time is 11:00. It's moments like this when I really miss my husband. Speaking of my husband, now that you've read this Matt would you please stop making me feel guilty about leaving late!?!