This last weekend, Sam and I took the kids on a little road trip to St. George. If you have read my other road trip post, you know how we roll.
Highlights (or really low lights):
Eating a greasy lunch at Larry's Drive-in in Fillmore, UT (Known to our family as Scary Larry's)
Stopping at the Chevron (with the Dairy Queen and the big white chair out in front) in Beaver because they have the best bathrooms according to Sam. He will deny this but he actually told me he thinks they have nice tile work.
Enjoying everything the hotel has to offer; Namely, jumping on the beds, watching tons of tv and abusing the complimentary breakfast--have you ever seen how much my kids eat?
Watching my kids fight over who gets to push the button in the elevator every. single. time. we got in.
Finding this outside the room next to ours (those are rose petals) Apparently someone was having a more romantic trip than we were.
Praying that my kids didn't wake them up at the crack of dawn.
Seeing this car in the parking lot--explains the rose petals! You gotta love the spelling on "married."
Taking our kids to run in their first race:
Having Sammie chicken out moments before the race and refuse to run.
Enjoying this huge indoor swimming pool at the local rec center.
Dressing Buster is the world's largest swim trunks and the world's tiniest top (I was short on time with packing and had to grab whatever I could find!)
Seeing this couple taking a snooze and wishing I could do the same.
Eating dinner at a Mexican "restaurant" that was literally inside a gas station. Sam read that they had great food so we tried it. Food was relatively good--Sam loved his steak torta--but the atmosphere left something to be desired. Why didn't I get any pictures!! Of course, Ryan spilled his drink all over the floor so we had to make a quick get-away.
Letting Ryan take his wet shirt off and just wear an open jacket with no shirt underneath the rest of the evening. I think we really impressed the workers in the Polo outlet.
Packing the car to the gills on Sunday morning and driving home. Look how happy everyone looks.
Don't say we aren't classy.