A Close Call

It was another long day yesterday... we were running a little late to get to our 10am tour at Dallas Theological Seminary when our van decided not to start. After getting a jump start we made it over to the campus and enjoyed the tour. From there we headed to an auto part store for a battery only to find out that the battery was fine. So we drove over to a local shop to have it looked at. The mechanic cleaned our battery cables and post and could find anything else wrong, so we got lunch and headed out of Dallas around 1pm.

Logan and Lauryn did great, Luke however had a series of screaming fits before dinner so we had to stop a few times to try to give our ear drums a break. We decided to take the kids to Chucke Cheeses for dinner in Amarillo, but when we arrived we were told that the oven was broken so they couldn't make any pizza! We stayed and played for about an hour and found a Pizza Hut with a buffett and TV's showing the Laker's game... perfect.

By the time we got back on the road it was 9:30pm Central time and we were hoping to make it another 300 miles before we stopped. Everything was going fine, the kids all fell asleep, the weather cleared up, and we picked up an hour driving into New Mexico's time zone. And then the wheels came off... we had covered about 200 miles (and the last set of hotels for a while) when one by one the kids started waking up crying & screaming. I stopped to let Kristy drive so I could get in the back and help calm them down (since I don't get car sick). It took a little work, but they eventually all relaxed but were more then ready for a bed which was 58 miles away. Kristy tried to get there as fast as she could and just 4 miles before our exit got pulled over for speeding... 84 in a 75. The officer came to the window and took Kristy's license and went back to his car to write a ticket and probably get away from the three crying children that woke back up when we were stopped. When the officer came back he told us that he had 5 kids of his own and would just give us a warning this time. We said thank you about 100 times and were very happy to see our hotel shortly after.

Today it's off to the Grand Canyon and to hopefully meet up with Grandma, Poppy, and the Kazmiers somewhere on I-40.