My Traveler

Noelle is now five months old. I believe she has spent approximately half of her life on the road. After a two-month furlough and a few short road trips, she is used to hanging out in her car seat, playing with toys and watching the world go by.

For various reasons, mostly related to comfort and packing purposes, our littlest trooper rides in the back seat of the van.

Anyway, last weekend Mike had to go to Juarez to visit the congregation there. We decided to make it a family affair, so I piled my travel-savvy girls in the van and we hit the road.

The trip to El Paso (just across the border from Juarez - it's where the girls and I stay while Mike works in Juarez), takes about 10 hours. Both Mexico and the United States have checkpoints set up along their borders, and we usually have to stop at some and answer questions.

Sometimes the van gets searched at the checkpoints. When this happens, Mike gets out to open up doors, packages, and answer questions. The girls and I are allowed to stay in the van.

Here's a quick replay of the how the searches went during this trip:
Uniformed man with large weapon approaches vehicle and says, (in an authoritative voice), "Where are you headed, sir? Get out of the car please...Who do you work for? What are you bringing? Open up the back. What's in the suitca---hey, look, there's a baby back here! Hi baby! What a cute little girl! Er, ahem (back to authoritative voice). That will be all. Have a good trip, sir."

So thanks to Noelle for being such a great traveler. Keep up the good work, little girl, and thanks for making so many people smile along the way!