Vomit at both ends of the trip

I just got back from a trip to Idaho to visit the fam.

Tessa and I left Aaron here to hold down the fort while we traipsed around eating a lot of food. I think that instead of facing the daunting task of posting about the whole trip at once I'll just post little tidbits as the mood strikes.

Tessa was a good flying baby if I do say so myself. The only real pickle was that she threw up all over herself and me on the first flight from Manchester to Cincinnati. But really - it wasn't so bad. In fact I was pretty proud of my mommy skills. Not many people noticed. I had an extra set of clothes for her. I didn't freak out that I had throw up down my sleeve. She had been eating ginger crackers so it didn't smell bad. I changed her fairly quickly in the lavatory without dropping a thing on that nasty floor. I had made friends with a grandma while we were boarding and she was thrilled to hold Tessa while I cleaned myself up. I know...this story is the epitome of coolness!

At the other end of the trip...

Tessa was THRILLED to see the cat when we got home. I really wish I could have had a camera on her as we came up the stairs. However I think that she caused him some real stress crawling at high speeds after him because within 5 minutes of getting home I had to clean up hair ball yuck from under the bed.

(Don't worry - none of my other trip stories will have to do with any bodily fluids)