I decided rather all-of-a-sudden that it might be a good idea to chronicle the events of our growing family. I want to post a disclaimer at the beginning of this for all who take the time to read. I have a tendency to forget to use spell check. Also, I sometimes miss basic rules of punctuation and grammar because the ideas seem to jump to my fingers and into the keyboard without visiting the English learning section of my brain. With that said, here we begin.
It is about 9 pm on a Sunday evening and we are on our way home from Utah. We are sitting on an airplane right now somewhere between Reno, NV and Oakland, CA. With only three seats to a row, it was a toss-up as to who would sit where and with what kids. Sheila, Uncle Jake, Star, Jack, and I are all traveling together and the three adults try to share the responsibilities.
Jack doesn’t seem to ever be interested in sitting apart from me. So, no matter what the seating arrangement is, he’s going to climb over to me and sit on my lap. He has a real infatuation with abusing me. I think it is great for him to learn to punch and kick, but I seem to be the only target.
Tonight, I am sitting with Jack at the window, Star in the middle, and me in the aisle seat. Right now I have Jack and Star both sedated with a cartoon on my Apple video iPod. We have figured out how to fasten it to the back of the seat in front of us. This is the quickest way to turn your coach flight into a first-class flight. Which reminds me, on a Southwest airlines flight, I always have a good time asking where first class is. The flight attendant always answers that it is open seating and I always get to reply “..oh that’s right, Southwest has no class.” He he he.
