Sick, again

Bronchitis. Yep, I've got it. Don't only kids get bronchitis? It seems I don't hear much about adults with the grody lung infection, but now I've got it and it sucks. I've not been to work in a week. I feel like death. I sound like death. But now I have a prescirption for antibiotics and everything should improve shortly.

Bronchitis. Stupid bronchitis.

Calling it

I'm calling it, here and now, that Evelyn is potty trained. In the past two weeks we have had only one accident (save for an incident or two when visiting the grandparents, but I'm chalking that up to "unusual circumstances"). Evelyn is a champion toilet user. Three cheers for Evelyn!

The Tuesday list

10 Things I am Good At:

1. Giving hugs to toddlers in need (and sometimes baby fox kisses)
2. Writing
3. Understanding complicated regulations
4. Jazz hands
5. Remembering things people say
6. Working quickly
7. Baking
8. Finding logical missteps in commercials
9. Celebrating special occasions
10. Making my husband laugh

10 Things I am Not Good At:

1. Finishing crafty projects
2. Eating just one cookie
3. Staying up late or waking up early
4. Waiting
5. Gardening
6. Cleaning
7. Buying good gifts
8. Falling asleep quickly
9. Remembering names
10. Sitting up straight

Now you know.

Flying solo

Evelyn and I are flying to California this week, but Jon is staying home. It will be a three-generations-of-women Mother's Day celebration! But I am worried about flying alone. I worry a little that chasing a very active two-year-old through the airport will cause headaches. I worry a little that getting her to settle down once we are on the plane will be difficult. I worry a little that my need to take drammamine to avoid motion sickness will leave me unable to make good decisions or even stay awake. But my biggest fear, and I think it is an irrational one, is that when I get to security they won't let me take Evelyn through because I am traveling without her father and they think I am trying to kidnap my own kid in some sort of ugly divorce custody dispute.

So is this totally irrational, or am I justifiably worried? Should I bring Evelyn's birth certificate? Should I bring a certified letter from Jon? Should I do both just to alleviate my worry? I've got a call in to my sister-in-law, who has traveled domestically and abroad with her two kids and without a spouse, to get some info.

But aside from that, I'm very excited. I'm getting snacks and treats and coloring books and new iPad apps ready for the flight. I need to remember to pack headphones. Evelyn is excited to see Grandma Mary and Grandpa Craig, and Tootsie, who she says is like a "big, black Sophie."

Love that kid.