Price outside the Conference Center. He's such a boy!

It wouldn't be a trip to Grandma & Grandpa's without a super messy treat.

Grandma hanging out in her apartment.

Taking a bath at Grandma's. They only have a shower so we had to make a makeshift bathtub.

So the wedding was on Saturday. And I didn't get any pics of it. I know, what a slacker. But in my defense I was taking Jessaca and Nick's stuff to the car after the wedding and bringing back the bouquet. At the reception my kids were wild (shocking I know). Kylee was crying and the other two were clinging to me. Jeremy was off getting forks and whatever else was needed for the reception.
The sealer said some great things. He talked about the 5 C's of a marriage. 1-commitment 2-courtship 3-concern 4-communication 5-consecration. He talked for quite a while. Some great advice was given, glad we were there.
We went to the reception, but it was crowded and my kids were crabby so I took the girls and went home. Jeremy and Price went to the Sizzler with the Gerber side of the fam and had a great dinner.
On Sunday we went to church, said good-bye to the fam and headed home.
The drive was a little snowy. But between Rawlins and Laramie, WY it started to get bad. We stopped in Laramie for dinner and talked to a guy heading west. He said it was snowy and icy on the way to Cheyenne. So we decided to stay the night in Laramie and head home on Monday. We got up on Monday to find that I-80 was closed. UGH! So we waited around most of the day hoping it would open. But by 3 it still hadn't and we didn't want to spend another night in Laramie. The guy at the hotel's front desk told us about a road from Laramie to Ft. Collins, CO. So we took that and it was pretty bad for the first little bit, but we crossed the mountains into Colorado and the weather was perfect. We drove down to Denver and then east to Kansas City and then home. It took FOREVER, but luckily we made it home safely.
The only other thing that happened was with Kylee. All weekend she'd had diarrhea. It would get a little better and then get a little worse. On the way home it got a LOT worse. As we were going through Ft. Collins she had projectile vomit everywhere. Luckily we were near a gas station and could get everything cleaned up. I was trying to think on the bright side to keep myself from falling apart.
We finally pulled into Cedar Rapids on Tuesday morning just after 8 am. And being the mean mom I am I made Price get a shower and head off to school. But boy was our van funky smelling. Between the puke, the poop, the B.O. and all our travels it was smelling pretty ripe. But now we are home and settled. The laundry is done and I'm finally catching up on all my sleep.