Departing

We're leaving on a possibly ill-advised trip to California tomorrow. I have sublimated my anxiety about traveling with the kids into preparing elaborate Plane Fun Kits for K, one for each direction. They contain Highlights magazines, puzzles, workbooks, toy cars and dinosaurs, candy, magnets, stickers, Mr. Men books, and -- the piece de resistance -- a Buzz Lightyear electronic toy.

I realized that in six hours, we can expect X to poop at least twice. The last time I changed a diaper in an airplane toilet was an adventure. I guess I can look forward to DOUBLE the adventure this time. Probably more than double. Last time we flew, when I was about 8 months pregnant and had no lap, K kept saying he was sick and insisted on sitting on top of me. He fell asleep and I spent the entire flight trying to hold on to him so he wouldn't slide off my giant belly on to the floor.

Wish us luck!

P.S. - JW points out that at least we don't have to worry about the return flight, because the Rapture will happen before we're scheduled to get back.