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So as I mentioned, we ended up moving from Vermont to Idaho last week. It took us SIX DAYS. And it was an interesting trip.

We left Vermont around Tuesday afternoon, due to having last-minute car repairs at some small town garage an hour into the trip. This town didn’t have an ATM. But it did have an old man who sent me on a wild goose chase for one while our car was being repaired. And then, after I came back (SOAKED IN SWEAT!) and asked him to clarify he said “Oh, you mean like the thing you put a credit card in? Ah, noooo. We don’t have one of them.”

I don’t really have many photos from that first day, due to forgetting to pack batteries at the last possible second. But here’s Stephen, determined to get to our first stop, my grandparent’s home in Syracuse, as soon as possible.

And here’s Dublin, looking so much like his daddy. (Complete with spit-up down his chin!)

We arrived in Syracuse and spent the night with my grandparents so they could meet their first great-grandchild.

The next day, we left after noon and stopped somewhere in Pennslvania I think.

The next day, we set off for Cleveland. Did you know that there is a 90-degree turn on the interstate through Cleveland? Because we sure as hell DIDN’T, until we saw this sign, while driving 80-something mph. Yeah. Word to the wise, pay attention in Cleveland!

I think this is Progressive Field?

Somewhere in Indiana we had to stop. I do not recommend driving in 100-degree heat with a cat and infant in a car with a BROKEN A/C. Not fun, friends.

The next morning, we left around 3 AM. We got through Indiana before realizing we had left our cooler (containing Dublin’s EXPENSIVE Ready-to-Feed formula) at the hotel. Thank God for my phone, because I was a Google master and found the nearest 24hr Walmart just in time for Dublin’s feeding.

Funny story. The following photo? I’m not sure if it is Illinois or Nebraska. But nevertheless, Stephen was awed. “I’ve never seen so much sky all at once in my life!” Even in Iraq, Stephen says he’s never seen such flat, never-ending land.

We stopped at a rest area in Illinois or Indiana. I can’t remember.

Continuing on….

We stopped at a McDonalds, where a TOP-SECRET job interview was happening right behind us. No, it wasn’t for any McDonalds position. It was for a BANK. At McDonalds. Yes.

Stephen used his MAD HAIR SKILLZ on Dublin and gave him a mini-mohawk.

We had to stop again early that day, since we’d been on the road for fifteen hours, again, still without A/C. I was looking for a cheap hotel and what I got was the following:

A Iowa motel with not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR BEDS! In one room! One bed happened to be chained to the wall. And orange/brown shag carpet? Extending into the bathroom? Woah, this was getting too rich for my blood.

The shower stall had a TON of staples from where the owners had staple-gunned it to the wall.

I can’t believe I let Dublin sit on that comforter.

But hey, there was a cute bunny outside our door!

Nebraska…yeah, well, I don’t so much have any photos from Nebraska. Twice we jumped off the interstate to go find food and BOTH times we found ourselves in towns that Steve so accurately named “The Place You Go To Die” (via murder, that is). Seriously. One town had a population of 74 people and FOUR BARS. But, their motel had COLOR TV!

We made it through Nebraska and stopped in Laramie, Wyoming, but not before hitting Steve’s happy place, the Cabela’s store in Sidney, Nebraska.

(He has his sleeve rolled up because he had a serious sunburn on his arm, his sleeve kept aggravating it. His tattoo was so swollen!)

It’s been four years since I last saw the Rockies. Steve had never been that far west, so he never once saw them before this trip. He was pretty much awed.

Along the way, we passed through this town with a population of 300 people. Apparently it was their annual party, so everyone was at this Elementary School, partying it up.

In the following photo, you see a sign for HOBACK VILLAGE. Now, I’m immature. So whenever we happened to cross the HOBACK RIVER (there was a sign posted each time), I would squeal, “Oh my favorite! The HOBACK!” Steve was actually amused.

I forgot how much I loved the landscape. (Click through to see more)

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd we finally made it to Idaho on Sunday!

Here we are as a family, yesterday, after spending some time at the driving range.

So that’s it! Except, while we were at that scary motel in Iowa, I took a video of Dublin talking and squirming. I swear, he is the most talkative little guy ever. The photo won’t embed properly, but here is the link. Enjoy!

That’s all folks! How was your week/weekend?