No more traveling

Today is Rory's cousins wedding in Bountiful. We woke up to head down there this morning. Well while we were in the canyon Ashlyn pukes. We make it to Ogden she pukes again. I pull over at a gas station and puke is everywhere! Her and her carseat are drenched, not to mention the smell that is filling the whole Jeep. So we turned around and went home. Just about every single time we travel something like this happens! If a kid is not puking or something of that nature, then we are wrecking our car. If those things aren't happening then the kids are screaming the entire time. Somehow it's still a mystery to people why I don't travel. I get so upset everytime and then the whole trip is ruined anyways. I thought a trip to Bountiful would be harmless. I guess not. I feel bad that Rory didn't get to see his family that he hasn't seen for a while. I was also looking forward to getting some pretty pictures taken of us around the temple and getting the chance to go in a temple I have never been in.