I’m sitting in a hotel room in Fairbanks, Alaska so I decided to take a minute and update the blog with the beginning of our trip!  And before I begin with the stories I must say that it is sooo hard to get kids to go to sleep in a hotel room unless it is midnight and they are completely worn out!  So, I’m sitting in one of the double beds with my laptop blogging while eating a choco-taco from the vending machine and Ayden is laying in the bed beside me tossing, turning, staring and wondering what in the world I’m eating.  He asked and to avoid starting a riot I lied and said it was a vitamin bar.

Back to the beginning of our trip!  As I mentioned in the previous post, this was all of our boys first time flying.  And we have never been on a trip for more than a week so two weeks is craziness!  I was a little stressed out getting all of the packing done but from what I can remember I did control myself this time and refrain from biting anyone’s head off as we left the house and headed to the airport.  On the way to the airport Parker worried that someone would buy our house while we were gone.  We assured him that this would not happen especially since it’s not for sale.  Since we were spending the night in Seattle we had multiple carry on bags to tote around.  I must say the boys did an excellent job of staying with us as we marched our little parade through the airport.  We got on the plane and took off like we were old pros.

I wish I had a picture of the look on Griffin’s face as the plane lifted off the ground.  He was sooo excited.  In fact, he yelled out “Blast Off.”  He’s our adventurous one.  It was a packed flight and one of those planes with 35-40 rows with 6 people across.  A lot of people.  I had been instructed by my doctor to get up and go to the bathroom and walk around every hour since it was a four hour flight to Seattle.  Apparently pregnant people can get blood clots in your legs from sitting too long and the swelling from flying.  The first half of the flight this was no problem.  The second half of the flight the entire cabin had the same idea!  I’ve never seen so many people flock to a bathroom on an airplane.  There was a line extending half way down the aisle.  Well, since I can barely balance on flat ground I do not enjoy trying to stand in airplane for more than a few seconds.  So, I kept waiting and waiting for the line to clear so I could go to the bathroom.  At this point I’m now dying to go.  Finally, there is a break and there is only one man in line.  So, I told Bill I was going to make a run for it.  I get up and get half way there and wouldn’t you know it that we hit some terrible turbulence.  I literally stumble like a drunk pregnant girl all the way to the back and almost land in the laps of these two nasty perverts sitting on the back row.  I apologized to them for almost landing in their laps and they make a nasty comment about what would have happened if I did.  I’m now embarrassed and MAD!  So I’m standing by the bathroom door (right behind the nasty men) waiting and the plane is shaking.  I’m trying to hold on for dear life and the flight attendant tells me I must return to my seat immediately.  So I literally bounce (much like that of a ball in a pin-ball machine) down the aisle taking out every arm, head, or knee sticking out and land in my seat!  I’m now dying to go to the bathroom, mad at the perverts on the back row and wondering if this torture will ever end!  Of course the pilot asks everyone to remain in their seats with seatbelts fastened until we get through this “bumpy patch.”

Finally the plane settles back down again and people start to move around.  Well I’m not about to go to the back and have to pass by the perves again so I decide to make a run for the bathroom at the front of the plane (which is even further from my seat).  I scope out the plane and don’t see anyone in sight heading towards it.  I get up and literally start running for it.  I get to row 6 and the flight attendant comes from the front charging toward me.  She says “You must return to your seat now.”  I try and get a word in and she keeps pushing me back saying “Return to your seat.  Ma’am you must return to your seat.”  As she is saying this I look past her and out comes the freaking pilot who apparently has to pee too!!!  I could not believe it.  So, I run back to my seat embarrassed that I’ve just been publicly scolded by a flight attendant (she did later apologize) and still dying to go potty!!  I sit down in my seat and my loving husband is wondering what happened now.  I said, “Forget it!   I will wait another hour and a half until we land.  I am not going to the bathroom again!”  I then burst into tears and could not stop crying.  Griffin, is staring at me asking me why I’m crying and Bill goes into protector mode.  He pushes the button for the flight attendant.  I’m telling him to stop and just leave it alone but he of course ignores me.  He tells the lady of my many attempts to go to the bathroom and she of course apologizes.  And to make an extremely long story just a tiny bit shorter I’ll end it with saying that I did eventually get escorted to the bathroom in first class by the flight attendant.  I had on no eye make-up at this point because I had cried it all off.  I know, I’m ridiculous.  All over going to the bathroom.  Actually, I think I was just due a good cry and the whole bathroom thing just set it off!

Our flight the next morning was much more peaceful and we finally arrived to Alaska!  I’ll tell more about what we’ve been doing here in the next post.  But for now I’ll leave you with an embarrassing moment from today!  We were in a crowded McDonald’s eating lunch and the boys and I were sitting at the table waiting for Bill while he ordered.  They had already drawn attention to us by getting in a huge screaming fight when I stepped across the aisle to get some napkins.  I just finished handling that situation (while the lady at the table next to me listened and laughed) when Ayden decides to further humiliate me.  He says in a loud voice (which is his normal volume by the way) “Mommy, why do you call Daddy Wonder Buns?”  I wanted to crawl under the table because all of the surrounding tables were listening.  And I must now tell all of you blog people that I had only called Daddy “Wonder Buns” once this very morning and was joking and said to him in front of the kids (big mistake) “Move it Wonder Buns” when I was trying to get in the door of our hotel room.  Ayden was actually really just wondering and not trying to embarrass me.  I responded with “You guys are killing me!”  Precious Ayden said, “I know, we love you so much we’re killing you.”   So let it be a lesson to you all that if you use too many ridiculous nicknames in front of your kids (like I have a habit of doing) it will one day come back to bite you in the humiliating wonder buns butt! 

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