In the morning, Isaac and I are off to Arkansas for a few days to visit the family. We are flying because the idea of driving by myself in the car six hours with an 11 month old makes me want to find the nearest bottle of Prozac and something of the adult variety to wash it down with. Besides, with gas prices they way they are we can fly cheaper than we can drive anymore. In very un-Lynley like nature, I have waited until the last minute to pack and complete my travel planning. I think I only have about one "To-Do" list going right now, whereas I typically have about five or six lists I am working off of at one time. I just got off the phone with my friendly Southwest Airlines customer service representative after basically begging if they would have someone transport Isaac's carseat to the plane so I don't have to lug him, a diaper bag, and a carseat through the airport. The representative wasn't too promising that this would happen (although she was quite friendly). She encouraged me to bring the stroller as well and use that to tote the baby, carrier, and diaper bag. I hesitate to bring the stroller because when Isaac and I flew to Arkansas in November by ourselves, the security person made me fold up the stroller and put it through the x-ray machine, while I was holding the baby. (Sounds simple, but try it sometime.) Now I know most terrorists are pale, red-hair young moms toting babies so thus the reason they felt compelled to carefully check out my Graco stroller for hidden bombs.
Isaac and I are excited about the family, friends, and fun that await us in Arkansas. Now I must finish my packing so that I can eat some cinnamon ice cream before bed.
Isaac playing blocks at the coffee table
Tobe's brownie cake was decorated to resemble the Mexican flag. I don't think anybody got quite the laugh out of this like I did. I kept giggling to myself the entire time I frosted it on Friday.
Happy Birthday, Tobe!