Recap Time!

I had so much fun in Breckenridge, so of course you know I have to show some pictures! (And why is it that now we are home, Davis has become the spawn of Satan? Really?!? He was beyond perfect there!) Okay, moving on...

White water rafting!! This is my top favorite thing to do while we are in Colorado. We went on the Numbers this time and it was amazing. I only almost flipped out maybe twice. They were levels 4 and 5. Bring it on!! I am ready to go work there!


Perfecto! (It was my dad, Michael, and moi)

I decided to throw myself in that pose and not tell them ahead of time.

Super Slide!!! It's suuuuuuper. See, I'm famous here! I'm waving at my fans. Okay, fine. I was just waving at Davis. And notice Michael needed the sissy bar!?

He was actually scared and kept putting the brake on the entire time! Cracked me up!!!

My Daddy-O

On the ski lift to the top of the mountain. I beat Michael going down....of course!

Our last night together. Davis played Spades with us. I think he beat me.

Family picnic. Davis kinda likes his Gramps!

My little monkey

My two favorite men!

So great! I love it there!!!

Okay, I'm done boring you with family pictures now. Don't worry, there are no more....for today that is.

Seat Backs and Tray Tables In Up Right Position

So, as some of you know, we flew for the first time with Davis to Colorado last weekend. It was sooooo much fun, but of course I had a little fear of flying with a baby. I braced myself. I hung in there. I drank a fifth of vodka. (Just kidding. Someone stole it. haha)



I have received many emails and comments asking how it went and if I had any suggestions as far as flying. I don't have many, but I will offer my somewhat hopefully helpful advice. I will put my address for you to send compensation. Thank you.



-Baby Carrier!! I don't know what we would have done without this going through the airport. I try so hard to pack light, but now having my suitcase, along with Davis', and Michael's can be a little challenging. Guess who wore it!?!

That's right :)

-Bring a butt load of diapers on the plane, or you're going to have a butt load of trouble!

-Change of clothes....but that's a no brainer I would assume

-Bring jar food on the plane, but remember it can not be any bigger than 3oz. Got to love the new rules!

-Meditation balls for yourself

-Bottles! Even if you just fed your child when you took off, you need more when you take off and while landing. This will help massively with the ear popping and discomfort. More is better in this case. Place enough formula/milk in a container to make another bottle on plane. Don't worry, your baby won't exit the plane an elephant. They will thank you.

-Morphine drip

-Sitting in the very back of the plane is not a bad thing. We seemed to be in the kid zone which worked out great. We were the last row, which normally would have been awful, but worked out great. We were right next the bathroom and a trash can. Also the engine that we were right next to have a beautiful (LOUD) noise which blocked out any screaming that comes from you or baby.

-Gift Card! Like I said before, you never know what could happen. You're child go all of a sudden become the spawn of Satan, and you may need to reward a innocent bystander with a reward. In our case, Michael and I somehow got separated, and someone was nice enough to give up their seat for us. But honestly, why would you want to sit next to a baby if you don't have to!

-DVDs!! Okay, these were our best friend while on the plane. If your child has the attention span like mine, which can be as short as a match, then you may want to try this. While at home, Davis does not watch TV expect his occasional video. (My Baby Can Read) We popped those glorious babies in Michael's laptop and it was smooth sailing. Even if Davis couldn't hear anything, he didn't care. This kept him busy until it was time to have his next bottle in time for landing. Yes, we were those parents. But hey, others were doing it too. Better than a screaming baby, I say. You think he likes it?

-And last, car seat. If you are renting a car, I say rent a car seat as well. You don't want to have to worry about lugging more around the dreaded airport than you already have to. They aren't expensive either, and it also saves in sanity.

Finally, Mama Is Getting A Break!!

This weekend is my stepsister's bridal shower that I will be going home for. Michael was going to come with me and hang out with friends and what not, when he decided to stay home and work on our kitchen (I never thought I would get excited over new counter tops, sink, and stove. You know you are getting older when...) He asked what I thought about leaving Davis here with him and having the weekend to myself. For some reason, right off the bat, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. I felt a nervous pang, but not nervous in the sense that I didn't trust Michael to take care of him. I'm still on the phone with Michael and he is still waiting for me to say something. This is weird! Right? I've been begging, praying, screaming for a break and here it is and I feel weird about it. But of course, I'm going by myself anyway!



Random thoughts fill my head of Davis and Michael together over the weekend. My little man has diaper rash for the first time and screams every time he needs a diaper change. Poor baby! Will Michael be gentle with his fire engine red bum and proceed with caution? Too bad I can't find caution tape and wrap it around his diapers! Will he warm his food like I do? Sing him his goofy songs when he's screaming? Inevitably, the answer is no. I know this. I do realize that moms and dad are of different species and we nurture and want to take care of our babies, and dads do everything the quick and easy way. Like they will make a man out of a six month old, or something.



I'm for the first time, in I have no idea how long, having a few nights with friends and I am really looking forward to it. I don't know what I'll do with myself, not having to wake up and feed Davis as soon as I get up. Seems strange already. I know everything will be fine, hopefully my separation anxiety will separate from me after I'm with the girls. (But of course I'll be the mom and call and check in every once in a while!)