Me: Heeeeey! I can see your face for the first time in daaaays.
C: (not looking at me) Hey beautiful girl.
Me: (waving my hand in front of the camera) Hello? Should I let you go? Is there something going on in there?
C: Oh, sorry. Its just that I haven't seen t.v. in forever!
Me: Excuse me? You haven't seen what in forever (I helped him by circling my face with my finger)? Want to try that again?
Boy, you're lucky I love ya! Its mostly just because you are so scrumptious to look at.
15 July 2014
03 July 2014
Traveling with M was a completely different experience this time than it was when we flew to New Jersey in January.
January: we dropped curb side at the airport very early in the morning, and I went through security by myself with bags and toddler.
June: We parked the car, C walked with us into the airport to help me get bags through check-in, and then he stood in the security line with us. Does getting through security give anyone else unnecessary levels of palm-sweaty anxiety? At the end of the line we learned that you can get a gate pass that will allow you to go through security and stay with loved ones at the gate until they board the plane. Whaaaaaaat? If you knew about this I am mentally glove slapping you for not sharing. They are ladies gloves, and not harmful, but I hope you're feeling repentant.
January: M was still a lap child. This is a good idea for only one reason. It saves money. Even six months ago he was active and mobile enough that keeping him on my lap for five hours of flight time ended up being a challenge.
June: We had our own seats. This made a huuuuuuge difference. I had my own space, and he had his. He got to sit by the window, have his own snack tray to drive cars on, and poke the woman in front of him (thank goodness she was very nice). I got to read a bit, talk to the person on my other side, and even snuck a snack for myself in there. When he fell asleep I was able to just lay his head on my lap, and not worry about his knees or feet bothering our neighbors while I tried to hold him. I could travel with him this way any time.
|(C's aunt makes these double sided puzzles, and M is crazy about them. Flipzles. Awesome.)|
January: We had a 30 minute layover that barely left us enough time to change a diaper, and rush to our next flight. M didn't have any time to stretch his legs or get a break from me.
June: We had a four hour layover. I was dreading this to begin with, but it ended up being really great for us. We found an empty terminal where M played with his toys and watched the airplanes out the window for about an hour. We walked on the moving sidewalks. We sat down and ate some dinner. We got close to our terminal and pulled out his books. Then it was time to get on our plane. He zonked during take off, and I had to wake him when we landed.
Now we are here enjoying family, having a yard, cooling off in the evening, and playing in the irrigation. Consistently spending more than just and hour or two out of the house every day has made one little boy so happy.
However, there is a man in the mid-west being very much missed.
*This song will be played at my funeral. One of you make arrangements accordingly.