It is Monday.
It seems to happen frequently.
It is Potluck.
From now on I think Rachel should cater the potluck. She runs Mouthwatering Mondays over at her place and there is no reason why we should be sitting over here at the Nirvana starving...
Also, if you haven't seen her debut on the FRONT page of the business section of the Chicago Sun Times you need to go see it. Pretty cool stuff.
Over the last 6 months since my ground-breaking
essay marker-drawn rant about low-flow toilets, I have been receiving a few hits from Googlers needing more low-flow info. This week must have been a really CRAPPY week because I received 15 hits (yes, 15!) from searches of "plunging low flow toilets". I hope my advice is helpful.
What is up with Holly's Coccyx?
Nothing that a few days of snow-skiing won't help.
Let's find out who is Peep of the Week!
I lied. I don't know! Arghhhhh. I am going to announce it next week along with a new Peep of the Week feature.
How will you ever sleep for 7 more days?
Oh, the suspense...
What is in Holly's fruit bowl?
And now for a little story entitled:
God Answers Prayer on a Plane
You know those kids. The ones that when they were babies would fall soundly asleep in their car seat carrier and could be toted out to lunch or a moms night out. The ones that when toddlers could be taken to church and would fall asleep on the pew. The ones when pre-schoolers would sit quietly coloring in a book from their mother's purse. The ones when in early grade school would tote along a Magic Treehouse Book and read the time away.
Those are NOT my kids.
They never sat quietly in a carrier. They have never fallen asleep in church. They are staunchly anti-coloring. And silently reading? *cough*
So, traveling in any capacity is a little difficult.
When we decided to fly to our vacation destination, I felt a little stressed just thinking about Rhett on the plane.
The plane is in PUBLIC.
The plane takes OTHER people.
The plane people may not enjoy Must See RhettTV...
*blood pressure rises*
For the last few weeks I have been telling Rhett that we are going on a plane during his nap time. We will put his car seat in the plane and once we are in the air he can take his nap.
That Holly is such a dreamer.
A bit unrealistic.
We got on the plane.
I installed his car seat.
He sat down.
We waited on the runway for 1 hour.
He chatted away for 1 hour.
We took off.
And before we hit our desired altitude:
He slept soundly until we landed.
And we arrived safely.
It doesn't get much better than that.
May your Monday be turbulence-free...
When I am not here.
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