20 Years of Traveling

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WARNING
If you are on the fence about whether or not to have children please do not read this. Children are 99% awesome and 1% disgusting. . .this entry just happens to detail that 1%. Only read this if are already pregnant or already have kids.
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Ok, so maybe it was 8 hours but it felt like about 100. We got to the airport with plenty of time which was good because security took forever. They had to wand and wipe down my stroller. They put it through the machine multiple times and kept taking it back to wipe more. I need to ask Jackson if he was involved in any criminal activities in that stroller. Hmmm.
Anyway, so we had to run to the other end of the airport and I needed to feed Jax and Mia. Mia by the way was a perfect angel. I loved having her. The only thing we disagreed on was her wanting to ride the escalator while we took the elevator. I am super over protective and don't let her out of my sight. This fact is one that Jenna much appreciates. Anyway, other than that Mia makes life so much fun and flying with her was a pleasure.
We get on the first flight which was 100% full. . .and as soon as we take off I realized that Jackson has peed on me. I guess in the rush to board I had forgotten to change his diaper. Anyway, so the front of my pants are completely wet, good start to my long day. The flight was super turbulent, and I had packed lots of snacks for the kids. The good news was that they weren't hungry and were very happy flying, the bad news was Jackson's stomach was full when he puked all over me. Not only did he throw up all over my shirt, shoulder and hair but he also threw up inside my shirt. I'll spare you the details but let me say that I had a very hard time not getting sick just from smelling my self. Luckily our country has been insanely obsessed with this swine flu thing so everyone on the plane was acting like we were spreading a serious disease. The nice man next to me was sweet enough to mention that I had the best behaved children he'd ever ridden next to right before Jax's explosion. He didn't say much after that, not that I can blame him. We finally arrive in Atlanta and change shirts (only after walking around the airport covered in vomit looking for a gift shop with kids shirts). I totally felt like that stereotypical mom who just lets herself go and goes about her day with a puke shirt. As you can tell I was feeling pretty hot.
Our second flight was also full but much less turbulent. No puke but Jackson did have a major dirty diaper which Mia delightfully described very loudly as "spaghetti sauce flowing up his back." I can't really say anything more about that other than that my jeans were once again victimized.
So, at this point we are almost to Dallas and I'm sort of patting myself on the back. My sweet son has spewed forth all kinds of "stuff" upon me from all orifices of his body (yes, ears and nose were involved I just couldn't write about everything) and I have stayed calm, collected and in good spirits. I mean this is the world giving me plague treatment and I'm still helping Mia write a letter to Nana and Papa and coloring with Jackson. My wonderful dad picks us up and helps us load his car "Jed Clampett style" with a ton of stuff and off we go. I get home 5 minutes before Jay and think the day is over and all there is to do is take a long hot shower and relax with my awesome husband. But no, one more thing. . .I look into the back yard and realize that our ducks have hatched (a couple of ducks lay eggs in our yard each year and when they hatch Jay takes them to the creek) and there are 7 dead baby ducks floating in my pool. At this point I lose it. I'm not a huge animal person but I am human. Dead baby ducks?!? The were also three living babies which Jay took to the creek so that was at least a silver lining.
Anyway, after a very long and stressful day we all got a good nights sleep and Jackson didn't wake up until 8:30 the next morning. Thank you God!