Lord Help Us

Tomorrow morning bright and early we're headed to the airport to catch a plane with two children under the age of two to go to KC to visit family and get Palmer baptized. This will all take oodles of patience and energy from both your daddy and me. So, of course, I can't sleep.

I've been anticipating and dreading this trip. Anticipating because we'll get to spend time with our family, hang out with friends we don't get to see much, get Palmer saved and eat my favorite foods from restaurants we don't have down here. Dreading because we're flying with two children under the age of two.

I'm really hoping all this anxiety about the travel portion of the trip doesn't become reality. But if it does, we're fortunate that Expressjet flies direct to KC. I've packed snacks, bottles, sippy cups and my boobs to keep your appetites quenched. I've also packed paper and markers, books, Elmo, and a slinky to encourage you to stay in your seat and play (yeah, I'm talking to you, Georgia).

While we're in KC we've got a field trip planned. We're going to your cousins' house to check out their big kid beds because when we get back to Austin we're going to start transitioning you into a big girl bed. You're quite smitten with your crib and you could probably stay in it for a while still. But the fact of the matter is that your brother really needs a crib and your parents are too cheap to buy a second crib that will only be used for a short time.

Also happening when we get back to Austin...I'll be setting up your college funds. Only two years and two weeks behind schedule.