Last week on July 4th, I flew in to California from Chicago for a whole month of stay for my sister-in-law's upcoming wedding. All that explains how hard it has been for me to get online to blog. And I can also foresee that it will be this way for the next couple of weeks since I am here to help with the upcoming event. But I will be back visiting your blogs in no time.
Anyway, this is the first time I ever flew with the kids alone. My husband is still back in Chicago and won't be flying in until later. Imagine how scared I was figuring out how I could possibly fly with my 6 and 3 year old boys without having to fall from the dizzy spells I've been getting lately. You see, my boys have a tendency to throw up in plane rides. We fly with them quite often and everytime the plane finally lands, their stomach suddenly gets emptied out. Eeew I know. And for some reason they happen to do it both at the same exact time, at almost everytime. So imagine how scared I was this time that my husband will not be flying with us.
Prepared with 6 ziploc bags big enough to catch all the gross stuff, I braved through it all. And yes, they used up all 6 ziplocs and I am so proud to say -- not one stain in their clothes! With all my naseous powers I braved through it all. Funny how proud I felt that I managed the puke without anyone hearing or smelling us. Ok, let me step away from the computer and relieve my dry heavings from remembering all that happened...hehe