I MAY IN FACT BE A LEGIT BLOGGER!!!!!!
Wanna know how I know???
Because, Sarah totally ripped off my word of the year - "Awesomesauce"
(That I totally ripped off of Parks and Rec...)
Now I know you are thinking that she probably got it off of Parks and Rec as well....
But I'm totally going to go with, she found my blog, saw me use it here, or here, or here.
Because that gives me street cred.
And goodness knows I need some street cred.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Oh, the Summer Nights
Yesterday, after what was a considerably mild and lovely weekend, I checked the forecast.
To see this guy...
As a {fair weather} runner, this is my death sentence.
But I thought it was about time to give you an update on my running.
And to be honest about it.
So let's start with honesty....
First of all, remember when I complained about running in the wind?
I take it back.
Because wind is the only way I can run in this ridiculous heat and humidity that poses for summer time in Delaware!
So, over the last week, I have forced myself into several smaller, slower paced runs to compensate.
Starting with this one on Memorial Day.
We were still in Georgia.
The humidity was at about 225%.
And it was 85 degrees by 9 am.
When the run was done, I came inside dripping. LITERALLY.
But then we were home.
Where it was hotter.
And I managed to push my butt around the neighborhood for this run.
Honesty: I stopped halfway through for a water break.
I'm lame, but I consider it the same as hydrating during my race.
My body needed this in the 90 degree heat.
And then, a few days later, this run happened.
In the middle of an afternoon.
I'm a pansy, but I really wanted a good long run and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it until the sun started going down.
So I phoned it in.
Jillian would be so disappointed in me.
But I redeemed myself.
A nice, solid 3.58 run with a friend later in the day.
It was heavenly.
And only partly because it had cooled off.
After a week of running by myself, I realized how much I had missed running with someone.
As nice as Pandora is, nothing competes with conversation.
And after chatting with my friend during our run, I was motivated to push myself.
So last night, I went out there and gave it all I had.
Promising myself that if I kept my pace below a 9 minute mile, I would let myself quit at the first loop.
Which would be a 2.7 mile course.
And here she is:
2.7 miles in 23:50.
That's an 8:52 mile.
My goal for next week will be to either increase my distance and maintain that pace or increase my pace with the same distance.
6 of one...
But all things considered, I would call this a successful running week.
Hot or cold.
To see this guy...
Thank you, weather.com
Dun duh dun.As a {fair weather} runner, this is my death sentence.
But I thought it was about time to give you an update on my running.
And to be honest about it.
So let's start with honesty....
First of all, remember when I complained about running in the wind?
I take it back.
Because wind is the only way I can run in this ridiculous heat and humidity that poses for summer time in Delaware!
So, over the last week, I have forced myself into several smaller, slower paced runs to compensate.
Starting with this one on Memorial Day.
We were still in Georgia.
The humidity was at about 225%.
And it was 85 degrees by 9 am.
When the run was done, I came inside dripping. LITERALLY.
But then we were home.
Where it was hotter.
And I managed to push my butt around the neighborhood for this run.
Honesty: I stopped halfway through for a water break.
I'm lame, but I consider it the same as hydrating during my race.
My body needed this in the 90 degree heat.
And then, a few days later, this run happened.
In the middle of an afternoon.
So I phoned it in.
Jillian would be so disappointed in me.
But I redeemed myself.
A nice, solid 3.58 run with a friend later in the day.
It was heavenly.
And only partly because it had cooled off.
After a week of running by myself, I realized how much I had missed running with someone.
As nice as Pandora is, nothing competes with conversation.
And after chatting with my friend during our run, I was motivated to push myself.
So last night, I went out there and gave it all I had.
Promising myself that if I kept my pace below a 9 minute mile, I would let myself quit at the first loop.
Which would be a 2.7 mile course.
And here she is:
2.7 miles in 23:50.
That's an 8:52 mile.
My goal for next week will be to either increase my distance and maintain that pace or increase my pace with the same distance.
6 of one...
But all things considered, I would call this a successful running week.
Hot or cold.
Monday, June 6, 2011
I Wanna Get Chocolate Wasted!
Last night, I stayed up past my bedtime watching the MTV Movie awards.
Also known as, "The Most Ridiculous Awards Show Known to Mankind".
To redeem my good name, I only watched it for the official Breaking Dawn trailer.
But I obviously thought this was the best moment of the whole show.
She was pretty much the only person, other than Jason Sudeikis who got her lines right.
Thank goodness there are still SOME professionals in Hollywood.
*Sigh*
Also known as, "The Most Ridiculous Awards Show Known to Mankind".
To redeem my good name, I only watched it for the official Breaking Dawn trailer.
But I obviously thought this was the best moment of the whole show.
She was pretty much the only person, other than Jason Sudeikis who got her lines right.
Thank goodness there are still SOME professionals in Hollywood.
*Sigh*
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Pantiliner Premium
I have a question for you?
What exactly is the purpose of a pantiliner if it is not to irritate you endlessly?
I mean, seriously.
That time rolls around and on top of all those amazing girl feelings, you get to deal with floppy pantiliners?
As in, why is this thing trying to wax my hoo-ha?!?!?
I am telling you, there may be nothing worse in the whole wide world.
Except for maybe those giant pad/ice packs they give you after having a baby.
I take that back.
There is nothing evil about those babies.
They are frozen heaven.
Like ice cream for your crotch.
However, after the initial - my insides have just become my outsides - feeling subsides, said ice pack turns into crotch tundra.
Not that it happened to me, mind you.
Just someone I know....
Alas, I digress....
I realize, thanks to many horror stories from my mother, that I should be supremely grateful for today's modern technology that allows for adhesive backed feminine protection....
But is there anything wrong with wishing, nay, expecting that the adhesive on the back of a pantiliner/pad would be at least as strong as a band-aid?
Seriously, peeps.
I put a Band-Aid on a cut last week and after multiple handwashings and heaven only knows how many meals with a fork digging into it, the thing still took 3 people and a small crane to peel off of my hand. (Not literally, but you get the picture)
Part of me wonders if perhaps the people at Always shouldn't be calling the people at Band-Aid to work something out.
Hey, Band-Aid, I got an idea for you.
You should walk into Always with this sales pitch:
"We have a product that sticks to anything and makes grown men cry when it is peeled off and you can't get the backing on a pantiliner to adhere to cotton for more than 30 seconds."
No? Ok.
I will admit, my idea may be lacking a little something....
Like tact.
Which is why I am a blogger and not in advertising.
And what about the wings?
I mean seriously?
Common sense, right?
But there are just some things I have to wonder about?
I mean, really.
What could make an already annoying pantiliner even more violating?
Oh, I know, an extra flap to come loose and stick to *things*! Great idea!
Let's call it a "wing"!
Thus implying it may, in fact, take flight while you are wearing it.
But how do we sell it as a good idea?
Oh, I know! Claim it provides extra coverage!
You know, while it's flying around your underpants.
WINNING!
And while I'm at it...
One more idea....
Let's add on a "wing" to go around thongs.
The wings will adhere to themselves.
Ensuring that after "removal" there will still be a tiny tuft of cotton and adhesive wrapped around your thong.
Permanently.
Never to be removed again.
Again, not that this has ever happened to me....
Just some random ranting from experiences I have heard about.
Maybe you have heard about them too....
Because I think this may make someone smile, I am sharing this over at Serenity Now.
Hop on over and say hello!
What exactly is the purpose of a pantiliner if it is not to irritate you endlessly?
I mean, seriously.
That time rolls around and on top of all those amazing girl feelings, you get to deal with floppy pantiliners?
As in, why is this thing trying to wax my hoo-ha?!?!?
I am telling you, there may be nothing worse in the whole wide world.
Except for maybe those giant pad/ice packs they give you after having a baby.
I take that back.
There is nothing evil about those babies.
They are frozen heaven.
Like ice cream for your crotch.
However, after the initial - my insides have just become my outsides - feeling subsides, said ice pack turns into crotch tundra.
Not that it happened to me, mind you.
Just someone I know....
Alas, I digress....
I realize, thanks to many horror stories from my mother, that I should be supremely grateful for today's modern technology that allows for adhesive backed feminine protection....
But is there anything wrong with wishing, nay, expecting that the adhesive on the back of a pantiliner/pad would be at least as strong as a band-aid?
Seriously, peeps.
I put a Band-Aid on a cut last week and after multiple handwashings and heaven only knows how many meals with a fork digging into it, the thing still took 3 people and a small crane to peel off of my hand. (Not literally, but you get the picture)
Part of me wonders if perhaps the people at Always shouldn't be calling the people at Band-Aid to work something out.
Hey, Band-Aid, I got an idea for you.
You should walk into Always with this sales pitch:
"We have a product that sticks to anything and makes grown men cry when it is peeled off and you can't get the backing on a pantiliner to adhere to cotton for more than 30 seconds."
No? Ok.
I will admit, my idea may be lacking a little something....
Like tact.
Which is why I am a blogger and not in advertising.
And what about the wings?
I mean seriously?
Common sense, right?
But there are just some things I have to wonder about?
I mean, really.
What could make an already annoying pantiliner even more violating?
Oh, I know, an extra flap to come loose and stick to *things*! Great idea!
Let's call it a "wing"!
Thus implying it may, in fact, take flight while you are wearing it.
But how do we sell it as a good idea?
Oh, I know! Claim it provides extra coverage!
You know, while it's flying around your underpants.
WINNING!
And while I'm at it...
One more idea....
Let's add on a "wing" to go around thongs.
The wings will adhere to themselves.
Ensuring that after "removal" there will still be a tiny tuft of cotton and adhesive wrapped around your thong.
Permanently.
Never to be removed again.
Again, not that this has ever happened to me....
Just some random ranting from experiences I have heard about.
Maybe you have heard about them too....
Because I think this may make someone smile, I am sharing this over at Serenity Now.
Hop on over and say hello!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
My Honest Opinion - Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Chocolate
Today, I would like to take the opportunity to do something that I very rarely do...
Toss my opinions on several topics on your shoulders....
Don't hate.
I am blaming it on contact ADHD.
From having been with Techy so much this weekend.
I can't focus on one topic for too long.
And it's all his fault.
Because I have become acustomed to flitting from subject to subject in order to keep up with the inner workings of his brain.
Scary, in and of itself....
But I have SOOOOOO many opinions to share.
Enjoy.
1. Chick-fil-a in Georgia is about 100 times more efficient than Chick-fil-a anywhere else.
I know, right?
You thought Chick-fil-a's in general were mad efficient.
But seriously.
Georgia Chick-fil-a's are on a whole new level of impressiveness.
And can we talk about the fact that it is pretty much the best fast food ever?
With the exception of Fazoli's - which I hear has gone out of business.
Probably due to someone like Techy stealing all their breadsticks.
This makes me sadder than you can know.
2. I am mad unpopular these days.
Seriously.
I posted "what's on your summertime playlist" on facebook the other day hoping to get a whole list of songs to have Techy download for me.
I got 2 responses.
Color me cranky.
3. I love my job.
I often like to complain about the fact that I have to get up and go to work 5 days a week.
But during weeks like this week, when I have to do my job AND someone else's I realize how lucky I am to have MY job.
Especially since my boss has never ever used any of my faux pas against me.
And clearly, he could.
Um.Yeah.
4. Right now, if someone were to ask me what is on my summer time play list (can we say, "bitter?"), I would answer with "Tonight, Tonight" by Hot Chelle Ray and "Good Life" by One Republic. Seriously. It doesn't get much better.
Unless you are an 18 month old.
In which case, "Tonight, Tonight" does nothing for your groove thang - but "Wheels on the Bus" makes you bounce in your babychair like Bill Cosby in that one intro dance.
Yeah. Wheels on the Bus. Epic.
Bill Cosby. Epic.
Hot Chelle Ray. Epic.
5. If you don't already, you need to go out right now and purchase a pair of heels/wedges with a strap around your ankle.
It will do mad things for your legs.
And even madder things to your lover.
We don't have to talk about what it could do to your credit card statement, though, right?
6. Did I mention that I am going to start referring to Techy as my lover?
It makes me sound so much more risque.
Maybe it will make me more popular.
Unless you are a teenager in my youth group.
And then it just makes me disgusting.
7. I am beginning to think the Brit's have it right with all their hat-wearing.
I think it would be awesome to wear hats all the time like Camilla does.
Seriously.
They dress up any outfit.
Hat with my pjs at 3 pm?
Now I don't look sloppy, I look ready for tea!
And I am pretty sure they divert the eye from any decidedly unappealing bulges that may make appearances in my get-ups.
Therefore, hats equal epic.
And ultra necessary.
8. Lauren Alaina so should have won American Idol.
Seriously.
Did you see her sing this song?
I cried my eyeballs out.
Also did you see her kiss Scotty McCreery?
Yep. It did happen.
Techy and I both saw it the first time.
And were like, "WE KNEW IT!"
Although they are both denying any meaning to the kiss....
Yes. I Googled it.
9. I think my Behind the Stone Wall is getting stale.
I think I am not alone in this thought.
Also? I think I talk too much.
If only I had the ability to be witty in a nutshell.
Like some people.
10. "The Host" - although very good - just cannot compare to Hunger Games.
Which, by the way, Techy has read 2 of the 3 books in the past 3 days.
Yes.
Apparently, I talked the books up THAT MUCH.
I consider myself a success based on this fact alone.
Toss my opinions on several topics on your shoulders....
Don't hate.
I am blaming it on contact ADHD.
From having been with Techy so much this weekend.
I can't focus on one topic for too long.
And it's all his fault.
Because I have become acustomed to flitting from subject to subject in order to keep up with the inner workings of his brain.
Scary, in and of itself....
But I have SOOOOOO many opinions to share.
Enjoy.
1. Chick-fil-a in Georgia is about 100 times more efficient than Chick-fil-a anywhere else.
I know, right?
You thought Chick-fil-a's in general were mad efficient.
But seriously.
Georgia Chick-fil-a's are on a whole new level of impressiveness.
And can we talk about the fact that it is pretty much the best fast food ever?
With the exception of Fazoli's - which I hear has gone out of business.
Probably due to someone like Techy stealing all their breadsticks.
This makes me sadder than you can know.
2. I am mad unpopular these days.
Seriously.
I posted "what's on your summertime playlist" on facebook the other day hoping to get a whole list of songs to have Techy download for me.
I got 2 responses.
Color me cranky.
3. I love my job.
I often like to complain about the fact that I have to get up and go to work 5 days a week.
But during weeks like this week, when I have to do my job AND someone else's I realize how lucky I am to have MY job.
Especially since my boss has never ever used any of my faux pas against me.
And clearly, he could.
Um.Yeah.
4. Right now, if someone were to ask me what is on my summer time play list (can we say, "bitter?"), I would answer with "Tonight, Tonight" by Hot Chelle Ray and "Good Life" by One Republic. Seriously. It doesn't get much better.
Unless you are an 18 month old.
In which case, "Tonight, Tonight" does nothing for your groove thang - but "Wheels on the Bus" makes you bounce in your babychair like Bill Cosby in that one intro dance.
Yeah. Wheels on the Bus. Epic.
Bill Cosby. Epic.
Hot Chelle Ray. Epic.
5. If you don't already, you need to go out right now and purchase a pair of heels/wedges with a strap around your ankle.
It will do mad things for your legs.
And even madder things to your lover.
We don't have to talk about what it could do to your credit card statement, though, right?
6. Did I mention that I am going to start referring to Techy as my lover?
It makes me sound so much more risque.
Maybe it will make me more popular.
Unless you are a teenager in my youth group.
And then it just makes me disgusting.
7. I am beginning to think the Brit's have it right with all their hat-wearing.
I think it would be awesome to wear hats all the time like Camilla does.
Seriously.
They dress up any outfit.
Hat with my pjs at 3 pm?
Now I don't look sloppy, I look ready for tea!
And I am pretty sure they divert the eye from any decidedly unappealing bulges that may make appearances in my get-ups.
Therefore, hats equal epic.
And ultra necessary.
8. Lauren Alaina so should have won American Idol.
Seriously.
Did you see her sing this song?
I cried my eyeballs out.
Also did you see her kiss Scotty McCreery?
Yep. It did happen.
Techy and I both saw it the first time.
And were like, "WE KNEW IT!"
Although they are both denying any meaning to the kiss....
Yes. I Googled it.
9. I think my Behind the Stone Wall is getting stale.
I think I am not alone in this thought.
Also? I think I talk too much.
If only I had the ability to be witty in a nutshell.
Like some people.
10. "The Host" - although very good - just cannot compare to Hunger Games.
Which, by the way, Techy has read 2 of the 3 books in the past 3 days.
Yes.
Apparently, I talked the books up THAT MUCH.
I consider myself a success based on this fact alone.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Helpful How-To: Flying with a Toddler
Another lifetime ago, I gave you a list of how-to's for flying with a baby, and now, while it's fresh in my mind, I want to give you a list of how-to's for flying with a toddler.
For reference sake, I will use my experiences from this past weekend to tell you what to do.
And I will start with this phrase:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" But mostly just the worst of times....
(I added that last part myself.)
(It's purely for emphasis.)
(And based on how ridiculous this travel experience was.)
Last Thursday, Techy and I, along with someone that we are still calling Little Man, despite the fact that he is not so little, travelled to Georgia.
Technically, it was last Friday, but that's beside the point.
And because Techy and I are cheap, we refused to check any bags.
Meaning that we packed for a 4 day weekend in 1 carry-on bag and 1 diaper bag. Techy carried on his necessities - lap top case and camera bag. Meaning we had 4 carry-on's total.
Step 1 for travelling with a toddler - Do what we say, not what we do!
In this case - pay to check your bags.
You can thank me later.
Trying to push a stroller, a carry-on, a diaper bag, and 2 random technology-filled bags through security is difficult at best.
Seriously, though. If you want to fly with your toddler on the cheap and carry-on is your method to prevent madness, fine.
But at least check your car seat. Most airlines will check car seats for free.
Sure this will slow you down at the check-in counter, but when you are running through the airport trying to catch your flight, you will be glad you did.
Step 2. Worst case preparation is best case preparation.
Thursday evening/night, Techy, Little Man, and I spent about 6 hours sitting in an airport waiting for our flight.
Luckily for me, I had thought ahead enough to pack 3, yes THREE, pacifiers - because airports are disgusting and my child is very much in a "everything can be thrown like a ball" phase - in the outside pocket of my diaper bag. For easy access.
I also packed his "night-night" AKA, his blanket, on the top of his diaper bag.
Along with a cup of juice.
Airports will let you carry on baby bottles/sippy cups IF you have a baby with you.
(Don't get all smart and try to get through security with a bottle full of apple juice if children aren't in your party thinking that because I told you they will allow it, it is Gospel. I know it's hard to believe, but it probably won't work.)
They will however, take them aside and screen them. Be prepared.
For ease of use, though, we did pack our umbrella stroller rather than our traditional larger stroller.
And it worked just fine.
Especially when in hour #3 of being in said airport, this happened.
That was when they delayed our flight the 2nd time.
Thank goodness for the night-night, paci #2, and that stroller!
Because when, at 11:30, they grounded our flight indefinitely, we thought we were going to spend our night like this.
Thankfully, within about 45 minutes, they advised us that we were cleared for take-off, and by 12:35 we were on the run way.
You would not even believe what you can do with a bunch of overly tired, southern-bound people when you give them the option of sleeping in an airport all night.
I think everyone was on board the plane within 15 minutes!
You'd have thought they were serving cupcakes on the plane, the way people were rushing to their seats.
Of course, once we boarded the flight, Little Man morphed into this kid -
AKA. The kid who just had a 3 hour nap and wants nothing to do with sleep on a plane.
I think he thought they were serving cupcakes, too.
He wanted to play with the shades.
He wanted to throw around the barf bags.
He wanted to read through the picture guide for how to crash-land a plane and how to use his seat as a floatation device....
Anything but sleep.
Thankfully, he wasn't noisy, so most of our travel companions were able to catch some Z's even though we couldn't.
Step 3 for travelling with a toddler.
Bring toys. (Or a dvd player - unfortunately for us, LM is not interested in tv right now...)
Preferably a dead cell phone or a remote control without batteries.
Maybe even a truck or 2.
Although, if your kid is anything like mine, he gets a truck in his hand and starts screaming, "BEEP, BEEP!"
Thankfully, by 3 am, we were in Atlanta, out of the airport and on our way to our friend's house.
But before you go thinking that travel adventures end with the plight of delayed and/or cancelled flights...
They don't.
Because on the way back, we pulled in to the airport and realized that we had left our umbrella stroller sitting in our friends' garage.
Now, we were left with 4 carry on bags and a toddler with no stroller.
In Atlanta International.
Step 4 of travelling with a toddler - Make sure you have your stroller.
At all times.
Go back to your car and make sure you have your stroller again just to make sure.
And just to be certain, you should probably tie strings on your fingers and toes reminding yourself to check for your stroller before ever stepping out of your door again.
You might think this is ridiculous.
But you haven't carried a 25 lb. toddler on one hip while carrying a diaper bag that weighs at least that, if not more, on the other hip for an hour through Atlanta's rigorous security checks.
Just saying.
Other things to consider that I am not necessarily making steps or how-to's:
-Carry a birth certificate for your child. If for nothing more than your own peace of mind.
-One of those back-packs/baby leashes would be an excellent idea for an airport. I used to think they were ridiculous. USED TO being the key words in that sentence.
-Snacks would have come in handy and kept us from spending a small fortune on airport food.
All in all, we survived. We haven't yet contacted a divorce attorney. And we are planning to travel with Little Man in the very near future.
Obviously, we learned a lot on this trip.
And hopefully, you did too.
For reference sake, I will use my experiences from this past weekend to tell you what to do.
And I will start with this phrase:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" But mostly just the worst of times....
(I added that last part myself.)
(It's purely for emphasis.)
(And based on how ridiculous this travel experience was.)
Last Thursday, Techy and I, along with someone that we are still calling Little Man, despite the fact that he is not so little, travelled to Georgia.
Technically, it was last Friday, but that's beside the point.
And because Techy and I are cheap, we refused to check any bags.
Meaning that we packed for a 4 day weekend in 1 carry-on bag and 1 diaper bag. Techy carried on his necessities - lap top case and camera bag. Meaning we had 4 carry-on's total.
Step 1 for travelling with a toddler - Do what we say, not what we do!
In this case - pay to check your bags.
You can thank me later.
Trying to push a stroller, a carry-on, a diaper bag, and 2 random technology-filled bags through security is difficult at best.
Seriously, though. If you want to fly with your toddler on the cheap and carry-on is your method to prevent madness, fine.
But at least check your car seat. Most airlines will check car seats for free.
Sure this will slow you down at the check-in counter, but when you are running through the airport trying to catch your flight, you will be glad you did.
Step 2. Worst case preparation is best case preparation.
Thursday evening/night, Techy, Little Man, and I spent about 6 hours sitting in an airport waiting for our flight.
Luckily for me, I had thought ahead enough to pack 3, yes THREE, pacifiers - because airports are disgusting and my child is very much in a "everything can be thrown like a ball" phase - in the outside pocket of my diaper bag. For easy access.
I also packed his "night-night" AKA, his blanket, on the top of his diaper bag.
Along with a cup of juice.
Airports will let you carry on baby bottles/sippy cups IF you have a baby with you.
(Don't get all smart and try to get through security with a bottle full of apple juice if children aren't in your party thinking that because I told you they will allow it, it is Gospel. I know it's hard to believe, but it probably won't work.)
They will however, take them aside and screen them. Be prepared.
For ease of use, though, we did pack our umbrella stroller rather than our traditional larger stroller.
And it worked just fine.
Especially when in hour #3 of being in said airport, this happened.
That was when they delayed our flight the 2nd time.
Thank goodness for the night-night, paci #2, and that stroller!
Because when, at 11:30, they grounded our flight indefinitely, we thought we were going to spend our night like this.
Thankfully, within about 45 minutes, they advised us that we were cleared for take-off, and by 12:35 we were on the run way.
You would not even believe what you can do with a bunch of overly tired, southern-bound people when you give them the option of sleeping in an airport all night.
I think everyone was on board the plane within 15 minutes!
You'd have thought they were serving cupcakes on the plane, the way people were rushing to their seats.
Of course, once we boarded the flight, Little Man morphed into this kid -
AKA. The kid who just had a 3 hour nap and wants nothing to do with sleep on a plane.
I think he thought they were serving cupcakes, too.
He wanted to play with the shades.
He wanted to throw around the barf bags.
He wanted to read through the picture guide for how to crash-land a plane and how to use his seat as a floatation device....
Anything but sleep.
Thankfully, he wasn't noisy, so most of our travel companions were able to catch some Z's even though we couldn't.
Step 3 for travelling with a toddler.
Bring toys. (Or a dvd player - unfortunately for us, LM is not interested in tv right now...)
Preferably a dead cell phone or a remote control without batteries.
Maybe even a truck or 2.
Although, if your kid is anything like mine, he gets a truck in his hand and starts screaming, "BEEP, BEEP!"
Thankfully, by 3 am, we were in Atlanta, out of the airport and on our way to our friend's house.
But before you go thinking that travel adventures end with the plight of delayed and/or cancelled flights...
They don't.
Because on the way back, we pulled in to the airport and realized that we had left our umbrella stroller sitting in our friends' garage.
Now, we were left with 4 carry on bags and a toddler with no stroller.
In Atlanta International.
Step 4 of travelling with a toddler - Make sure you have your stroller.
At all times.
Go back to your car and make sure you have your stroller again just to make sure.
And just to be certain, you should probably tie strings on your fingers and toes reminding yourself to check for your stroller before ever stepping out of your door again.
You might think this is ridiculous.
But you haven't carried a 25 lb. toddler on one hip while carrying a diaper bag that weighs at least that, if not more, on the other hip for an hour through Atlanta's rigorous security checks.
Just saying.
Other things to consider that I am not necessarily making steps or how-to's:
-Carry a birth certificate for your child. If for nothing more than your own peace of mind.
-One of those back-packs/baby leashes would be an excellent idea for an airport. I used to think they were ridiculous. USED TO being the key words in that sentence.
-Snacks would have come in handy and kept us from spending a small fortune on airport food.
All in all, we survived. We haven't yet contacted a divorce attorney. And we are planning to travel with Little Man in the very near future.
Obviously, we learned a lot on this trip.
And hopefully, you did too.
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