This weekend we went to Chicago to celebrate my friend Beany's 30th birthday and upcoming baby joining the party in March. Here's Beany and Jack with -3mo. Helga (they're not really calling her that).
We've already informed Jack that he and Helga are bethrothed. Hopefully she's as cute as Beany is.And here are my two favorite Elizabeths in the whole world:
Our fearsome threesome back together again for one raging weekend, where one of us couldn't rage because she was pregnant, one of us couldn't rage because she was still nursing, and one of us has always been a little too sensible to truly rage. Although tell me this isn't raging:
My neck was so sore the next day. I'm apparently too old for this stuff.Jack made lots of friends on this trip, with his daddy's cousins and friends from college, and of course Liz and Beany and her husband Brian. He especially endeared himself to everyone because his monstrosity of a diaper rash necessitated "diaper-free" time, which Jack takes as license to pee all over people's floors. People love that. But he really did exceptionally well, sleeping in strange places, being on weird schedules, staying with daddy while mommy ran off to go do girl things. I was proud of him. The flight home was even worse than the flight there, if possible, and we've decided to either never travel anywhere again or just shell out the extra cash to get Jack his own seat next time. It's just not worth trying to keep this squirming creature in your lap, even when there are two of us. Danny somehow miraculously managed to get him to nap for an hour, just when it seemed like it was never going to happen. So that was a much needed reprieve.
Oh Jack. I look forward to flying with you again someday. Maybe when you're 18.
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Oh, how well I remember these days of flying with young children -- sheer exhaustion coupled with a healthy dose of anxiety. I also remember quite well how Alison and I steeled ourselves when we took her two older boys to and from California one time, prepared for the absolute worst with screaming tantrums, kids climbing all over everything and anything, and were absolutely stunned when both boys accepted the trip quite calmly and behaved beautifully. So...good days are ahead of you my dear.
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