With that said, lately I've come a little reminiscent of my ol' stompin grounds. Originally I blamed this mushiness on being preggo. But damn it, its still lingers. Like bad Thai food. Anyways, Max and I are making our trip up there, and I am uber excited.
If only we didn't have to fly. I HATE FLYING. I usually medicate myself with a little Valium and a wash that puppy down with cocktail, but now that I have a little monster I am thinking that isn't very "responsible". I am not super excited about this part of the trip. I keep telling myself its only 3.5 hours. I can do it!!
I can do it!!!
I've been on the hunt for something to keep Max occupied while we are in baby jail. It took me 5 stores but I think I found it. He is really into zippers and snaps so when I finally found this I did a little happy dance. And its made specifically for the plane!
I think I should win an award or something.
|snaps, velcro, buttons, oh my!|