Ok, I'm back...I'm sadly not big on energy and wit tonight...as I'm still a bit run down but I'll get as much out as I can...hopefully it won't be TOO much of a let down...
So where were we? Ah yes, Sanford Airport...We had just gotten through security, which was quite fun, thanks to Michael...and as we collected our shoes, etc...the rain came...it POURED...we could see it outside and I just had to point out to my boys that yes, again, I was right...
I couldn't let it go, right? You all know me well enough by now...and you probably also know well enough by now that DH doesn't travel well. He doesn't drive in new places well and air travel? Oh boy, that's a whole new nightmare...luckily we were there early, very early, so he didn't morph totally into traveller from Hell, but something about the security checkpoint that changes him...he just gets UGLY
...the whole take your shoes off, the belt, take the change out of your pocket routine just stresses him out. So while I breeze in and out - partly due to preparation in advance, partly due to being used to this - I travel quite a bit for work so I'm used to this. I was relieved I had no laptop with me to slow me down, but I still managed to get both Michael and myself through with no problems and we had a lot of laughs and were already getting our shoes back on while Tony's still struggling to get the belt off...I look back to see what's taking him so long and I can see the look on his face...the Bill Bixby "you wouldn't like me when I'm angry look"...
I scooted Michael and all of our carry-on's over to the little snack place to have a seat and wait for Tony to be finished provoking security - almost begging for a thorough cavity search. Good luck with that - we're getting a snack! Buh-bye!!
Michael and I got a couple of sodas and snacks for the plane and we sat at a little table. Michael, still high on Disney and the excitement of getting on another plane and passersby enjoying his pirate hat. And of course, those poor unfortunate travelers who thought they were grabbing a quick cup of coffee got to hear all about Michael...he's in kindergarten. He just came back from Disney World. He rode BTMR THREE TIMES!! Me and mommy got real live pixie dust. I'm gonna be 6 in first grade....
Jeffrey, jeffrey, jeffrey....
By this point, DH had gotten a sandwich and joined us, giving those poor people a window to escape through.
Michael, still overjoyed and having a wonderful time didn't want to "come down" from his Disney high and asked for some soda. Ok, you can have some since it's diet. Just a sip...I handed him my 20 oz. diet coke and he took a sip. Mmmmm...that's good. Can I have one more?
Sure baby. Why not?
Ssssssip....Mmmmmmm.....that's
BANG, CRASH...
And suddenly my baby was gone!! The chair tipped forward, the soda - in a magnetic pull - tipped toward the chair, Michael's chin smacked the edge of the table and in one fell swoop he was down.
I was on my knees on the floor in a second and he sat there, in shock I suppose, holding his chin...I started to ask if he was ok and then 2 big angry arms reached down on the floor and hoisted him up to his feet.
"You are unbelievable", Tony said with this big booming voice...I looked at Tony thinking the same thing about him...Tony continued to not so much yell, as to scold, MY baby boy, who clearly felt bad enough, for not sitting still, etc...I jumped right in and said he was sitting still, he was right in front of me. The chair slipped out from under him! "Oh yeah, sure - it's the chair's fault"...Ok, I've heard enough...
My 40lb baby is now SOAKED with 20 ounces of soda and he's upset...I'm taking him to the bathroom to clean him up...while YOU chill out.
I brought our backpack and brought him to the nearest ladies room to see what I could do to clean him up.
Low and behold, in my magic backpack, which I usually compared to Laura Spencer's carpet bag (anyone get that by the way?) was basically empty. No spare change of clothes...
Hmmmm...this is a pickle...what to do? I know, I'll dry them with the electric dryer.
Michael?
Yes mom?
Take your clothes off and give them to me.
Wha....what?
You heard me bud...strip. Lemme have 'em.
But moooommmmmm...this is the girls room. What if they see me naked?
Mike, no one will come in and see you naked. Just give me your clothes.
Finally, I managed to get his pants and shirt, and although the underwear were kinda damp, he refused to part with them. So there he stood in his socks and his Pirates of the Caribbean boxer briefs in the ladies room. And let's face it, in this light...he looked like a rubber chicken. On second thought...keep the underwear.
Then, I decided I'd do the underwear first so at least he's going to be a little warm...let's go - strip. Give me your underwear.
WHAT?!!?
B...b....bbut moooommmmm....So we compromised....I get the underwear and he gets to keep the pirate ears hat and stand in a stall and hide.
The kid felt bad enough already, no thanks to his dad, so we made it fun...As I dried the underwear under the dryer, we sang....we danced like no one was watching...
until we heard a GASP...
from behind us...and realized that someone indeed was watching.
Imagine our embarrassment...doing our best Elaine Benes impressions and getting BUSTED...
He shrieked like a little girl and ran into a stall and slammed the door and left me holding all the clothes....
The lady promptly turned around and walked out...
So I thought for a moment...I could have some fun with this.
The kid's gonna end up in therapy anyway, right? What more harm could I do??
But I thought better of it...for the moment...I'll save that idea for later...
Anyway, guys I'm beat...need some sleep. Remember where we left off...I'll be back tomorrow!!!
LY/MI
He will NEVER know how much I am spending on the cruise either, mine doesn't spew with the comedic motions like yours but he spews none-the-less. I like to avoid the spewing at all costs~
I was wondering where you went...
Maddie was the same way as Leo, until she turned 5. She gained a confidence I just can't describe. She became very articulate and could actually carry a conversation with an adult without sounding "babyish". Once that started, there's not stopping her now. OR, it could be the household she's being raised in. We're very LOUD people, well only because Waldo's practically deaf. 
and haven't even been on line. And S'late...if you're here, happy belated birthday! Sorry I missed it!
and it wasn't just that we needed to find out about the airport streaking 
It was ROUGH being back today...no energy and very dehydrated - just walking from the parking lot to the trailer gave me like horrible cramps in the back of my calves and I had to stop mid way to get a breather. Man getting old sucks...
