There was this one time when I saw this poor mom who was in a security line at an airport with her toddler and his tantrum and she couldn't do anything to make him stop as he was thrashing his whole body back and forth in her arms. The security line was long and not moving, and her flight was boarding. She had a stroller and 2 bags and a crazy boy with his shoes flying and arms flailing. The boy was coughing and snotty and sweaty and screaming. Everyone was watching her and I just felt so sorry for her. And then this woman in line asked if she could do something to help. The poor mom must have been so flustered at the thought of needing some assistance that she just started crying, too. So then everyone watched as this crying mother and screaming toddler were escorted through security. Rumor has it that the toddler was still screaming as they boarded the airplane and then didn't sleep a wink the whole 2.5 hour flight.
Bless her heart. That must have been her first time to travel alone with her son. I bet she had everything organized and prepared before she left. She probably got caught in that traffic on the way to the airport from that accident I heard about. I bet she hates being embarrassed and not doing things perfectly. I bet she even feels like she has to blog about it even though she doesn't really want to...
Wanna know another thing about that boy? He is a MAJOR cutie pie...
Now does that chilled out kid look like a boy who would cause some crying commotion in the airport security line? Hard to believe...
He was actually really good on the airplane considering he didn't sleep at all either flight. And considering he had croup the day before we left. The trip home on Sunday was much smoother. Aunt Gretchen and Grammy went through security with Owen and me (Thank you!!).
He also may or may not have peed through his outfit during take-off, but what can ya do. Really...what can you do!?! Since we were sitting at the window seat and the flight was really bumpy, I managed to stick an extra diaper around the one he was wearing and change his outfit (with the person's seat in front of us reclined, our tray table down, and a portable dvd player in our face). Diapers weren't the only thing we doubled up on: shows, snacks, surprises...whatever it took. It definitely took some planning. I had not, however, planned to have to use the plane restroom myself, but I suppose that is what happens when you wake up at 4:45 with your child and 10 hours later need Starbucks before you board your flight to make it all the way home. I nearly cried again when the man in the Hawaiian shirt sitting in our row (who looked like Santa Clause on vacation) told me that Owen was wonderful and that I was doing a great job! And this was just after I had woken him up to get up with Owen to go to the bathroom with Owen.
Whew. I did it.
All for a great time in Charlotte. My mom and I threw my cousin, Lindsey, a baby shower. It was lamb themed, so I had a blast getting to make treats to celebrate Lindsey and baby girl, Hartley...
I even tapped into my artsy side and made lamb cut-outs to string on the tables and lamb notecards for everyone to write notes on.
What is a baby shower without some baby bingo, anyway??
Owen made it to the shower, too! We had such a fun time with Aunt Gretchen, and I love watching her with Owen: )
Lindsey's lambie luncheon was a success, and my cousin looked beautiful!
I heard that John's cousin, Liza, looked beautiful as well this weekend. I was super sad to miss her wedding in Nashville, but John was able to go and be with the Trapps while I was in N.C. So glad we could travel to some sweet celebrations with family...
and now we can all just forget about that time that I called John from the security line crying telling him to come pick Owen and me up because I couldn't do it by myself...a low mommy moment and a blogable blunder, indeed!