TheTrip

I know I haven't been blogging toomuch this week, but we are out visiting Nana and Papa in CA. Dada is off on business trips so we headed out to the Sunny State. The first challenge was making it through the airport and on the plane for 2 hours. I know that's not a long time, but it was my first time with The Capt and The Kid alone. The day before I actually had to lay down. I was so nervous! It went well until we had to leave Dada at security. Luckily the people behind me were understanding to the sudden meltdown. We made it through and The Kid was allowed to stay in his sling. We only waited about 20 minutes and The Capt really waited nicely before boarding. He recently started watching Blues Clues, so in hisbackpack he found a notebook and a crayon. That kept him busy! The flight was very uneventful. The Capt was some freak AngelChild. He buckled hisseatbelt and never got out of his seat! He spent most of his time watching a Thomas video on Levi's DVD player (thankyou thankyou!) until the battery died... by then we were decending. Sofar the trip has been great and filled with fun times. Until tonight. The Capt and The Kid have been sharing a room. This means they've been waking each other up at 6:30am. They usually don't get up until close to 8. This is bad for many reasons. The first is being unsupervised. The Capt likes to climb into the Kid's crib and play peek a boo. On the Kid's face. It seems that the Kid thinks its funny most of the time. I only imagine someone getting suffocated. Today the bad thing was The Capt finding a bottle of Mylcon in the suitcase and thinking the Kid needed some. The bottle was empty but there was a lot on the floor. Luckily the Kid survived. I hope he has nine lives! The last bad thing was like a storm brewing for few days from loss of sleep on the Capt's part. Tonight his head finally flew off and spun around the room. It happened after he was put to bed at, oh, 5:30! An hour later he said his tummy didn't veel well and he had to "throwup" He's never donw this before and this is now his cue to poop. Hey, at least there is one! So off he goes to the toilet. Well after about 10 minutes, he calls and Nana goes in. All I hear is, "Oh Lord!" That is never good. And then "Let me get your mom" When Your mom says this, it's really not good. My first instinct was to run and then I flashed to a happy place (which is no where near kids or poop) took a deep breath and went to check it out. Well. The Capt thought he would try to wipe his own butt! Um, being 2 and not being able to reach his own butt, it looked like a poopie massacre. I had to think positve to hold it together so I thought, "at least he was trying to be helpful?" I had an arsenal shy of a hazmat suit for clean up and just as the Capt was washing his hands I flushed. Really bad idea. The Capt had already flushed who knows what before he called us in, so a volcano of water came bubbling up and over the rim. I could only yell for My Mom and quell a crying toddler who thought he broke his Papa's toilet. Well let's just say after clean up, kids in bed and a couple of glasses of wine later. All is well. It is now all about ME and I'm off to find some chocolate!