Lessons learned

I learned two things coming home from Texas Tuesday:

1. Always pack your carry ons as if you’re going to get stuck in transit. We got stuck in Memphis for 6 hours, and were contemplating the possibility that we might have to spend the night there. Fortunately I had packed plenty of diapers, but stupidly, I did not pack the charger for the DVD player.

2. Always make sure there is a barf bag readily available. Even if you’ve never thrown up in a plane before and don’t get motion sickness, just make sure there is one nearby in case you (or the person next to you) should need it. Though I get a touch of motion sickness once in a blue moon on planes, I’ve never needed a bag, but I guess the combination of the pregnancy and the windy landing that had to be attempted twice before we made it down got me. As we were heading towards the gate, I started searching frantically for a bag, with none to be found. Fortunately Mark found one in the seat behind us, otherwise it would have been a BIG, HUGE, YUCKY MESS.

We had a wonderful visit with everyone down in Texas, and even saw some 70 degree days, which was nice. It was good to get home and back into a bit of a routine though. Jack was difficult to manage and woke up most nights during the night a couple of times calling for Mommy, which he hasn’t done since he was 6 months old.

There were some beautiful birds that visited the patio every day called Green Jays. We had a hard time getting a good picture of them:

Here’s a better picture from a web site– aren’t they purty?