Reading to my Animals

Reading to my Animals

Sunday, October 11, 2009

And we're back

Back from our final trip (hopefully) of the fall. Boy it's been a busy couple of months. Fun but busy.

Just wanted to brief everyone because I know you must be wondering how the flight to and from Texas went. To - fine, he was perfect. From - fine and perfect EXCEPT for the massive explosion of diarrhea as we were curbside checking our bags at the Austin Airport. Thank God my sister was with me because I couldn't have possibly dealt with the airline guy and the crap up the back of my 18 month old at the same time.

So there we stood: stripped down naked baby outside the airport. Sister grabbed naked baby while I nervously rummaged through my about to be checked bag for a clean shirt. Wipes were flying everywhere. I was freaking out. Aedan was crying. I was worried that I'd miss our flight. I need to work on the part where I freak out - it makes him nervous.

We managed to clean little boy up but not without the both of us smelling like the inside of a diaper genie. He soaked through a bit of his pants but the airline guy had already taken my checked bag. So we just dealt with it.

Made it safely to our gate and to our flight. About 15 minutes from landing in Detroit here it comes again. All mothers know that face - the far off distant look of a toddler...the stick straight stature...here comes the red face and sometimes grunt. I apologized to the guy sitting next to us - the pilot had just turned the fasten your seat belt light on so I couldn't change him. I imagined this brown cloud of crap smell filling the cabin and everyone staring at me. Thank goodness there was another kid sitting right behind us that the stench could be pinned on. Sorry kid.

Poor boy had been dealing with diarrhea for about two days of our trip. Now that we're home he's almost back on track. I'm afraid I've managed to convert this child to my crazy world of routine. Screw with the routine and you're messed up for the day, week or whatever. Flexibility is not my strong suit.

So here we are again. Happily home. Ready for Fall.