SoNow I blog

Yes, it snowed, so exciting we are stuck up on the mountain, and yes I just spent way to much time trying to make the Title make sense (because sometimes my sense of humor just doesn't make sense to people, does that mean I'm not really funny, hmmmm?)

Well Dan and Will and I just got back from being on a trip to Miss./New Orleans. Will stayed with Dan's parents and Dan and I got a little time to spend together mixed with some camp business and a meet up with my older sister Lizza.

It was so fun, Will had a great time, started saying "BYE" when he waves and I swear he got longer.


Will got sick, he was coughing, congested, sad red faced little boy.
I've been known to want to please people all around me, I want to be liked you see, even if it's a stranger, I really want them to see me as a "nice", doesn't get on anybody's nerved person.
When Will and I flew back on the plane to Charlotte this drastically changed in my heart of hearts because....... now I have Will to think about.

This is how it goes. Flying there was not so bad, he cried a little when he was trying to go to sleep, everyone around me said, "o he's so sweet", "what a good little boy he was", Everyone was so nice, we actually made friends.
Then, on the way home........different story. Thankfully he had this raspy little cry that wasn't that loud, but it was crying nonetheless.

We board, Will is happy.
We sit down, will goes through his bag of toys in 02 seconds. Will is not so happy anymore.
For some reason I could not get him to sit still.
He coughs, his nose is running, he arches his back and squirms out of my lap........We have not taken off yet.
He coughs, the plane starts to move, I praise God, he throws his toy car into the seat in front of us, the man sitting beside hands it back..........does not say a word. I get angered, irritated.
We are finally in the air.
I think, ok we can do this, it's only a 1 1/2 hours, please God, please.
Will gets sleepy, yes, he cuddles up in my arms, bliss. Wait, no, no, no, he coughs, he cries, his throat hurts. He cries some more. Five minutes he cries, or was it an hour?
No one made eye contact, not even the stewardess, she asks me if I want a drink, I say, "yes a strong one", she does not laugh........what is wrong with these people, have they never had kids.
I get more irritated and at that point do not care what anyone thinks on that entire plane.
I only care for Will, he's the one that doesn't feel well. Have a little sympathy. And.....they are angry that I brought him on the plane sick, I understand, but don't give a rip.
Honestly, I could have cared less what any of them thought because my baby was miserable.
Ok, Will, Please go to sleep.
He's happy again, he throws his car in the aisle, the man beside us picks it up, "thanks", I say...... he gives a nod, a freaking nod, unbelievable.
Will starts to settle down in my arms again, the plane changes altitudes, I try to get him to eat or drink to help his ears popping, he doesn't want any of it. He stands up, cries a little, sneezes, tries to flirt with the stewardess a little, she is not flattered.
He sits, he settles, no, he arches his back again and has thrown himself against the seat in front of us and stands in the floor after hitting the seat. He tries to crawl under the seats because he sees his book that he threw there. I grab him and pull him up, he cries. I hold him tight and rock him.
NOTE: Amazing Ab workout, rocking your child for 30 minutes.
He goes to sleep. HE'S ASLEEP. YES!!!!
The last 30 minutes. He sleeps, I recover but get more and more over these people sitting around me.
We start our descent, he sleeps.
We get lower, my ears start to pop. His do to, he wakes, he cries. He drinks some water, he's ok.
No, he cries, he stands up and cries, he sits down and cries, he throws himself into the seat beside us, he cries.
We are in line and ready, we pull up to the gate. We stop.
I get up in the back of the plane, yes before the check seatbelt sign was off, and say,
"Excuse me, please let us through, I know that none of you want to hear this baby cry anymore, thank you." Everyone clears the way.
I had conquered my fear of man's opinion that day, all in the name of Will.
Needless to say, when my Dad picked us up from the airport, Will and I both fell into his arms.

And Finally......... I give you. Our antique, fully refurbished Chandelier.
Come and see it, it's so fabulous. Even Will think so in his sick state.
Thanks for making it through, hope it was worth it.