We're home. Remember that torturous outbound flight? The return made that seem like a snooze on the couch. Snotty noses, phlegmy coughs, a belligerent Benadrylled toddler. A sudden bout of motion sickness for me. At least one of us crying at all times. By the time I hauled the three of us off the plane, across the airport, inside the impossible-to-locate elevator, and into J's waiting arms ... I was all-out sobbing. And swearing never to fly solo with these children again until they're, like, college-aged. And even then, I'll probably pop a Valium first.
But we're home. And there's comfort in the familiarity of home, calmness in routine, renewed enjoyment of things that seemed ho-hum a few weeks back. Oh, and there's humidity and heat aplenty. Awesome. Oh, Texas summer, may you be brief and not make me sweat through three shirts a day.
A photo in honor of the Bug, on his 20-month birthday. (Now that we've reached the big 2-0, I think it's time to ditch the confusing month-by-month age report when asked how old my boy is. More concise to say "he'll be two in September", right? If I can get through that bit without choking on my sobs, that is. TWO?!?) The two-in-September kid, saying "goodbye, Pacific Ocean, you've been grand...."
PS: Here's a random PSA for all you baby mamas- did you know you can buy a replacement mattress for your Graco PNP (pack-and-play/playpen/whatever you prefer it called)? You can. And it's only $21 plus shipping, quite a lot easier to stomach than the $120ish you'd have to shell out to buy a whole new PNP in case, oh, I dunno, your cat gets into the bedroom when you're out of town and PEES in your baby's PNP for NO GOOD REASON AT ALL and is TOTALLY DEAD TO YOU. Ahem. The replacement parts are available through Graco's website (gracobaby.com). I don't work for Graco, just trying to save a PNP from the dump, which was where Vivi's was heading until I found the replacement mattress. Just FYI, YWIA.