The Martins made a memory this past weekend! Oh yes we did. We were headed up to the Malibu area for my cousin's son's birthday party and the chance to meet our new cousin, Luke! We planned out our drive so that Gavin would take a nap on the way up and Kyle would happily watch a video on our portable DVD player. That was the plan, anyway. What should have taken just over an hour turned into a half-day saga we will not forget!!
Our first sign (to turn the car around) was when we were just a couple of miles from home and saw an accident from a random air tank rolling around on the fwy. It exploded and caused big delays, mostly from looky-loos. After we navigated through that we stumbled upon a plane crash on the side of the fwy. Yes, a plane. Here's a picture to prove it!

You don't see that every day. Neither did all the other drivers who crept by at a snail's pace in order to get a picture... oh wait, that'd be me, too. We spent almost an hour trying to get past that one. Gavin had been crying this whole time just trying to fall asleep, but by then he was beyond tired and losing it. With Kyle yelling at Gavin to stop crying (and therefore preventing Gav from sleeping even more) we decided to exit the fwy and help bring the sanity back to our little car. It was a nice idea, but nothing worked for long. We contemplated turning around but by this time, the traffic going the other direction was all backed up looking at that plane. So, we charged forward with two crying, over-tired kids. Do you see where this is going?! We didn't. Still believing the roads would finally be nice to us and Gav would take his much needed nap, we kept the course. Not 5 minutes into the drive we hit another big pile-up. So we crept along, stopping frequently...and the slow pace meant Gavin couldn't fall asleep. :( Still, we continued on believing that the drive couldn't get any worse and the accidents would surely stop. Ha! Somehow we found every single accident that occurred in Southern California that day! (Okay, probably a slight exaggeration!) We passed not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, but SEVEN accidents!! We inched by all of these with crying kids and frustrated/irritated parents! Fun times.
When we finally saw LA's skyline, we decided to pull over and try once again to help Gavin get to sleep. It worked!!! We put a sleeping Gavin in the car and decided to ditch the 405 (that was still backed up and inching along!) and head west to PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). Uuuuunfortunately, the lack of movement from the long stop lights and stop-n-go progress to get to the coast woke Gavin up. Not kidding. Once again, we had two crying kids, two tired/irritated/arguing parents, but a
beautiful ocean to look at along the drive. Ya know, looking on the bright side. We passed a looooong line of cars going the opposite direction and thought to ourselves, "Whew, at least we're not going
that way!" Then, just a few minutes before we could turn up into the hills and head to my cousin's house, we stopped. We didn't move for 30 minutes. Finally, we saw people walking by who informed us that there was a MAJOR accident up ahead. The people were trapped in their cars, the jaws-of-life were coming out, and "you may as well turn your car around!" So we did, right along with everyone else. Within a few seconds we found ourselves in that big, long line of cars we had so gleefully passed just minutes prior! :( We needed a break.
Since we were in beautiful Malibu, we decided to pull over and enjoy the scenery. After 20 minutes of randomness, we saw a street that we thought would take us up and over the hills and get us to the 405 (ya know, the one we ditched over an hour ago). I sat in between the boys (having given up on the idea of a nap for Gav!) and we zig zagged up, up the hills... and zig zagged down, down the hills. Basically back tracking to (almost) where we'd started from in L.A. It was on this crazy, windy road that we saw this...
... after laughing so hard we (I) cried and wondering if our trip could get any more insane, Ru said, "We'll get there...when pigs fly!!" Perfect.
We finally did reach our destination. Surprised?! We were. We totally missed the party but my family and cousin's wife's family were all still hanging out. Since we didn't know what the traffic would be like on the way home, and we had no desire to hop right back into our car and head home, we decided to make a fun memory out of the craziness and stay the night at a hotel! Kyle LOVES hotels. Ever since our road trip to Oregon he's been infatuated with hotels/motels. The kid isn't picky. So when we announced our plan to this little guy, he was ecstatic! He's so adorable about it, that my family followed us over just to watch his excitement. He said and did all the "Kyle" things we'd expected and his enthusiasm was contagious.
Though we didn't have any suitcases/bags or much to bring in, we made lots of trips in and out of the room so Kyle could swipe his key.
After a leisurely breakfast we'd brought back to the hotel so Kyle could enjoy every second in that place, we headed home. Driving away, Kyle said, "I wish we could live in the hotel!!" :)
Our return trip? Wouldn't you know it, Gav slept from door to door and we made it in exactly 1 hour!! Kyle learned the definition of "polar opposite" this weekend. That, and what happens when pigs fly...