I'd Rather Watch the Ryder

9:34 a.m. Survive the bustle of activity to get out the door. Drop off a box of milk jugs, homemade bread, and cinnamon rolls at the neighbors’ house. Return a pile of books and movies to the library and start out on the road. Steve is driving.

For the first time both boys have figured out how to use their headphones (to the DVD players) and are quietly watching the first movie of the day. Quiet but for the random, “Whoa!” and “When is Nebercracker going to get hurt?” Our boys love movies.

9:43 a.m. Proceed to Costco gas station for our weekly gouging.

As we pull away from the gas station Cooper asks, “When are we going to get to the airport?” Oh dear. This is going to be a looooooong journey.

10:41 a.m. Hopped up on Starbucks and enjoying the more rural areas of Northern Colorado. Spot a pick up truck driving erratically. Perhaps it has something to do with the cat climbing on the passengers and all over the cab. This is making us mad! But, really we must remember, “What would Jesus do?” Oh wait, let’s pull up and ask him. The driver of the truck is a spitting image for Jesus… brings whole new meaning to the shirts emblazoned with, “Jesus is my Co-pilot.”

11:13 a.m. First potty break, which conveniently is called for just as we head into Ft. Collins. For once Cooper has perfect timing.

11:46 a.m. Mason dozes off during his favorite movie (this week) Toy Story. Coop starts in on his Gameboy.

12:59 p.m. Mason simultaneously wakes up and begins humming the Star Wars soundtrack.

1:04 p.m. Grandpa calls to give us a Ryder Cup update. Phew!

2:20 p.m. The private pooper strikes, again! Upon Cooper’s request, we stopped at a McDonald’s so that we can eat lunch and so that Cooper can use the bathroom. He tries to go before we eat but panics when he sees how many people are in the bathroom. So we eat, have a little play time on the McD Playland. Then he retreats to the bathroom for a second attempt. Unsuccessful. Seriously? Why does anyone read this blog?

2:44 p.m. The whining comes to a blessed end. Cooper has fallen asleep with a cookie in his hand.

3:44 p.m. Cooper wakes up and declares, “Oh I forgot. I had a cookie.”

Ummmmm… at some point Steve and I switch so that he can rest while I drive.

6:51 p.m. Arrive. Man, that was a long drive to the airport.

PHOTO NOTE: I have some good pictures of our journey. But will post on or around 9/27.