This weekend we went for a little drive to Sandpoint Idaho. It's a little over an hour away. It takes us so long to gather everything to take on a day trip like this, we always forget something. This time it was a drink for Ethan, and oh yeah...the gas. I don't know how Eric didn't notice, but we were on empty when we left. We had just passed Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, just passed civilization, just passed all the gas stations, when Eric noticed the gas light was on. "how long has that been on?" he asks, like I would have noticed and just decided not to tell him. We know our car can go at least forty minutes with the gas light on (we learned that in the middle of nowhere Nebraska.) but it could have been on when we started the car for all we knew. There was nothing as far as we could see, and of course Ethan was screaming. He loves to add tension to situations like this. He can sense when we are scared or upset and he tries to one-up us. We just kept on going, and going, and going, and this would be a much more interesting story if we ran out of gas, but luckily we finally saw this:
The best sight in the world:
One takes these little signs for granted, but sometimes you just want to kiss them.
Later we ate lunch at a cute little diner, and I let Ethan have his first fried food. I'm such a bad mom, but they were sweet potato fries, those are good for you right? Anyway, he loved them and he stayed quiet the whole time while Eric and I enjoyed our lunch. Don't worry, I fed him my tomato too. 















