Sunday

For my Mother's Day, I received the sweetest handwritten note and a flower picked from my garden. A flower I actually grew. It was the best present I could have hoped for. My sweet husband even planted all the remaining plants to make for a beautiful plant bed. The only thing better would be a vacation. Wait...I get one of those too!! We are leaving today for Virginia to visit my Grandma and Pop. Excepting the travel days, I am entirely thrilled. The last time we went to Virginia Joshy was two and the plane trip was awful. He had his own seat and freaked after 3 minutes on the plane, wanting to get off. We were trying to get him buckled but he was as stiff as a board, every muscle in his body taught, screaming at the top of his lungs about wanting to get off. John is pushing down on his pelvis, I am trying to snap the buckle, we are both trying to shush him, ready at any moment to be asked to deplane. This was, of course, after the meltdown at the security point when we had to remove his shoes. You would have thought we were beating him for how he reacted. Thankfully he calmed down and we made it to the coast, but it certainly made for a long day. Now he is four and Ben 17 months, so I am hoping we have hit a sweet spot. Joshy is far removed from the tantrums of 2 and Ben is still at least 6 months away, so let's pray that Madagascar on netbook, Elmo treat bribes and coloring make for a better day. As a last resort...drugs. It is like birth. You start out shooting for natural but aren't afraid to use the ace in the hole.