Delayed
We're in the Minneapolis airport, having flown here from Green Bay, and we're waiting for yet another update as to when our flight will leave. We were scheduled to depart two hours ago, but there are issues with one of the engine gauges. We'll get another status update in half an hour. Sigh. Belly is sleeping in her stroller, but Buggy won't pass out. It's a great little thing called overstimulation. She'll put her head down on my shoulder but won't close her eyes. And her mouth just keeps going, "Hat. Guy. Baby. Mama. Shoe. Lady. Anna." This last one is the result of meeting her 14-month-old cousin named Anna on this trip. Buggy couldn't get enough of her! Or her snacks. Or her sippy cup. Or her bottle. But it was really sweet to see the three tiny tots having so much fun together.
Anyway. Dude and the Bug just went to go find sandwiches. Maybe she'll fall asleep while they're gone. And if not, maybe she won't mind if I take a snooze in her stroller since she's not using it. God that'd be nice!
- Hello?
- Quelles des vacances! And, um, sleeping with my husband just isn't working out.
- It's 8:27am
- Some things require very few words
- Camping: Rachael-style
- Porn names are helpful
- I have kids two at a time; I can whip out a fancy dinner like nothing; and I am a model mother. Okay, that last one is a lie.
- Get me to the pole
- A bedtime story
- Twintuition?
- The biggest mutha-lovin' poblanos ever
- There is a distinct difference between a bottom and a bum
- Help, please! I don't know what to tell my peeps about death.
- I always jump the gun when it comes to my own defeat
- Please don't take the babies away, but....
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