This is her after she woke up from her 45 minute nap (yes, only slept 45 minutes out of the 9 hour drive). My sister Katy was dancing and Elizabeth put up her dancing finger (think John Travlota) and just kind of held it there in a daze for several minutes. It was so funny.
Harrison slept, watched movies, talked (a lot) and sang (a lot). Mostly "All Star" (from Shrek), and "There is nothing to tough, nothing to tough, nothing to tough for us" (from Backyardigans) over and over. It was pretty cute. Harrison also reminded us to say a prayer before we left (sometimes he does this before a simple trip to Wal-Mart, funny kid). He said it and it was perfect. Too sweet.The drive home was interesting. My dad, bless his heart, loves taking the scenic route. Even when a vomiting 11 year-old and an 18 month old who hates road trips are involved. So we took Highway 40 all the way back and got to drive through every little town between Utah and Colorado. I told my Dad he must have really related to the movie Cars and "The cutest little town in Carburetor County," that got neglected once the big highway was built. I must admit that it was a prettier drive, but until Elizabeth learns that she is part of a family that likes road trips, we'll be taking I-70, thank you very much. At least poor Katy saved all of her barfing for when we stopped and just slept most of the time. We did have to stop for her to "stretch her legs," so she got out and writhed around in the grass at a random cemetery. So, so pathetic.
I was grateful I had already had my turn with the flu. Thankfully Elizabeth did a really great job until about 5 PM, then she fussed the rest of the way home (3 1/2 more hours). All in all, it was a fun trip and better than last year when my Dad insisted on driving Highway 1 in CA. I was car sick the entire trip and Harrison threw up all over himself and the car seat at one point. We do laugh about it now.