First and foremost, thank you all for the poo stories and commentary from various countries. I love them, and I adore all of you. You know I do.
And secondly, I got an adorable Halloween outfit for Jordan. I'll try to take pics and post them tonight. He's attending Jane's wedding in costume.
Because tomorrow Jordan takes his first plane trip! He, Betty and I fly to San Diego for Jane's wedding.
Yes, I am terrified.
I've always loathed people with babies on planes. And now I am going to be one of those people.
And I have learned what everyone else knew: you can't just make your baby be quiet.
Months ago, when I was still preg, Jane called to say they were getting married, and could we make it out to San Diego on October 31? If not, as we're essentially family, they'd look at other dates.
We said absolutely we'll be there.
And then Jen, lovely Jen announced that she is getting married in Macedonia! on November 7 - the following weekend! And immediately I said I'd be there. Of course I wouldn't miss her wedding.
I figured, great! We'd fly to California for the weekend, come back Monday, have a few days to pack and get on East coast time and then turn around and head to Macedonia.
Because it would be that easy.
And then I had the kid.
Probably I am less combobulated than other people, but it can take me all day to gear up for and recover from a trip to the pediatrician. It's getting easier, the arriving somewhere on a schedule. But it still frazzles me.
I had to tell Jen that there's no way we can make it to Macedonia, sad as that makes me. I just cannot imagine the trip with Jordan, the flights, the changing planes, the time change, the language difference, the everything. Without Nick.
But San Diego, San Diego, here we come. People on the plane, prepare to hate us.
I am nervous beyond belief.