Seriously, who travels on Christmas day?!?

We'd planned the Christmas dinner to be with my brother and his family - a two hour drive away.

We'd done our morning, opened our gifts with my parents and grandmother (the great-grandma). We ate all the traditional Burke family foods, and let the kids play, and by noon we were loaded up and ready to go.

The roads in town were deadsville, little did we know we should have checked the traffic report!

So we travelled about 20-30 minutes away from our home - only to find the freeway at a standstill. See, my brother lives in a town on the way to Sacramento and Lake Tahoe.

We tuned in to the traffic report stations, wondering if we could still hit another freeway (almost parallel, but slightly less direct, to the one we were one). Nope, heard reports of accidents on that freeway, as well as the one other route (which we'd have to entirely backtrack to hit) which we could take.

Chloe was getting agitated, and the big girls needed to go potty... So we pulled off the freeway, only to realize we'd gone 5 miles in half an hour.

Nope, not gonna do it.

We turned around and headed home. Two hours later, the point at which we should have been arriving in Davis, we were arriving home. We'd dropped Phil off at the local burrito joint (about three blocks from home) to grab our oh-so-sophisticated Christmas dinner, and the big girls were happily playing with their new toys again, and Chloe was happy to nurse and go down for another nap in her crib.

Next time we'll check online traffic reports first.