Hello! It's been a week and a half since my last post, which is about a year in Blog Time, so I won't feel bad if you've forgotten all about me. But I haven't just been sitting around twiddling my thumbs, in case you were wondering. Jordan, R, and I left last weekend for our first vacation as a family of three!*
Before I left work on Friday, I told my coworkers that I would be back with stories, and boy do I ever have stories for you. Our flights out were fine, but coming home is a book of itself. Our flight was delayed, causing us to miss our connection to Oklahoma, which was the last flight of the day. So, we ended up getting United to comp us a hotel stay (all night in the airport with a seven-month-old? I don't think so), and we came back a day later than planned.
When all was said and done we woke up at 3:30 am and spent eight hours traveling yesterday, visited four airports, and, thanks to inheriting my mother's raging motion sickness, I used the barf bag on two flights in a row on the descent. Also, during one of those descents R decided she would take me puking as a sign to empty her diaper and explode poop up her back.
As Jordan is holding R in one arm and a paper bag of my vomit in the other, he looks at me and says, "Why am I the only one in this family who can keep his liquids contained?"
Long story short, I am never leaving Oklahoma again. At least for a few months, and then I will be knocking myself out with very strong sleeping pills or something because I CANNOT do that again or I will die.**
*I'm not going to tell you where we went until later, so venture a guess if you want to based on what's in the photo above. Here's a hint: it's historical and it's in a state east of Oklahoma. Anyone been here?
Anyone had to use a barf bag before? How about two times in a row?