Keith and I just celebrated our third anniversary. It really seems hard to believe that it's been three years since the day I woke up to rain and cried because the outdoor ceremony I had been planning for a year was in jeopardy. Fortunately the rain stopped and the sun came out in time for our ceremony and we still scored good luck because it totally DID rain on our wedding day!
I don't want to be redundant so long story short if you missed it, one of the only times I wished we hadn't taken Blake out with us was our anniversary last year. He was still so little then, and he was always good so I didn't think twice about bringing him. This year we didn't think twice about leaving him home. I love that little man more than anything in the world, but it was nice to eat my steak without cutting half of it into little tiny pieces which are subsequently fed to Blake. Typically 10 minutes into doing this I realize my own food is getting cold and take my first bite. It's great that Blake loves everything, but it also means sharing everything. Sidebar: we gave Blake blue cheese the other day. Just blue cheese on a cracker. He didn't even make a face. He devoured it and asked for more. Here's a random picture of Blake. We didn't take any photos on our anniversary because who cares about us anymore?! Really we just forgot.
We actually started packing early which is very out of character. Even crazier is the fact that I kept my list from last year which I amended after we came back to include every detail of packing quantities. I don't even know who I am anymore. Where is the person who throws things in as she sees them?? Usually I get somewhere realizing I have brought my entire wardrobe. It's funny because just the other day Keith said he saw something about how we wear the same two outfits every day at home but pack our entire wardrobe when we go away. Couldn't be more true. But then how about my husband who will wear his jeans a thousand times before washing them goes to Arizona and tells me after a few days that he only has one clean pair of shorts left. Excuse me, what?! Suddenly wearing shorts for a few hours makes them dirty?! Please bring back the Keith who saves money on laundry detergent.
Anyway, I've also been cleaning my house top to bottom because even I don't want to come home to a messy house. Plus we have someone coming in to take care of Jameo so I obviously don't want a 14 year old to judge me and think I'm a slob. PLUS, what if something happened to us? Imagine people coming in to our house and thinking we are slobs when we aren't here to defend ourselves?! Now I'd be like, "but every time I put things away Blake takes them out again and I have to shove everything in my closet and the basement so my cat doesn't eat it because he will literally eat anything." Ok, the closet and basement are still messy but at least we will appear to be clean to anyone who isn't creeping in our house.
I'm not even worried about the plane this time. Been there, done that, hopefully he won't scream but if he does life will go on. I am more prepared now, plus my parents and my aunt will be on this flight so if Blake gets sick of us he can go see them. What did I learn from the last flight?
1. When traveling with a one year old just pay the $25 and check the stupid bag so you're not lugging a suitcase, a portable crib, a diaper bag, a backpack, Blake's backpack, a stroller, car seat and car seat base on the plane along with your one year old who decides the only time he wants to be still in his entire life is when you wish he would just run down the aisle of the plane.
2. Pack extra extra food and snacks. I mean honestly I'm still not packing 24 hours worth of food because that's still ridiculous but I am packing extra pouches and more snacks. We had a moment on the plane home from Phoenix where I was like, "Yes, I realize Blake is happy when he's eating but he can't eat for 4 hours straight!!!" Now I'm like, ehhh, one 4 hour binge eating session probably isn't the worst thing that could happen to him. It's all about handing him one piece every couple minutes to stretch it out. Relax, we don't over feed him.
3. Airports don't sell whole milk. After going through security at JFK whole milk was nowhere to be found. Luckily Blake charmed a bartender into filling his sippy cup. I took milk on the plane with me in Phoenix and had to get a full pat down for it, but it's better than stressing about not having something I need. Sidebar: I was thanked many times for being so cooperative as the TSA agent checked the milk, pouches, Tylenol, etc that was in my diaper bag. Why do people get so annoyed about this? I'm thankful they check me that much because I'm just hoping they are doing that to everyone. At least I feel safe!
I can't wait to be in my favorite place in the world with my favorite people in the world. Blake is going to love it. He goes crazy just being at a lake in NJ so I can't imagine when he gets to beautiful beaches how happy he will be. We keep wondering if Blake will be talking by the time we get home. I can't wait to hear everything he has to say. He is going to be so funny, I just know it. Also, I promise more pics from St. Maarten.
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