Leaving on a Jet Plane

I am excited.  On Friday I bought plane tickets to San Diego.  I’m from there, but haven’t lived there in almost 11 years, yikes when did that happen?  My parental units still live there, and my sister too, and I figured Bronwyn will only be a baby once, so let’s go visit them!  They came up after she was born, but she was in that really boring, floppy headed, sleep all day phase.  She has PERSONALITY! now and I’d like them to be able to see that.

It’ll be my first trip on a plane with a baby, and please God, don’t let me be that WOMAN WITH A BABY THAT CRIES SO LOUD person.  I’m hoping that the relatively short flight will knock her out and people will say the same thing as they did when we took her to a nice restaurant (if you live in the Sacramento area check out Hawks, it’s yummies): “I didn’t even know there was a baby back there.”

We’re going before I have to go back to work.  Which is only in 2.5 weeks.  Eeek.  How I’m going to leave this little smiling goof is beyond me, but I just keep telling myself it’s for her own good, ie we’ll have enough money to give her the things she needs and wants.  Or maybe I can just win the lottery instead.  Oh wait, I’d have to actually play the lotto for that too happen.  At least the hubs, B, and I will have one nice trip together before that happens, because who the heck knows the next time that will happen.  Steven and I normally love to travel locally, to SF, Monterey, Tahoe, Napa, etc, but most of those trips contain adult “entertainment.”  I’m talking about wine, restaurants, and shows, where the heck is your mind?  On this trip I may get to go the operea with my mom, totally excited about that.  It’ll be La Traviata.  Unless B is having an off day, then I’ll stay in and my dad will go.  Which gives me a 95% chance of not going, because Bronwyn tends to have a radar about these sorts of things.  I don’t want a repeat of my last post.

Sorry the proceeding paragraph was an endless ramble.  This is me folks!

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