welcome to atlanta

first off, have i mentioned before how much i hate packing?  because i despise it.

let me tell you i've had more pleasant flying experiences than the one i had today.  there was no crying or anything and she was really well behaved but my baby did not sleep even one second of our three hour flight.  it was like trying to contain an octopus.  an octopus with adhd.  i was ready to pull my hair out.  but you know baby with her hair pulling fetish did that for me.  luckily i was wearing a black shirt so everyone could see that half of my hair was attached to my head and half was not.  it was disgusting and painful.  also her diaper may have leaked on her, me, and my nursing cover, and before we even got on the plane, i did quite a bit of trucking around the denver airport because the security guy couldn't scan my text message boarding pass and i had to go back upstairs to the delta counter to ask them to print out a paper boarding pass so i could haul myself and my bags and my baby in her carseat back down through security.  and then since that took so long, by the time i got to the plane, everyone had boarded and they said i had to gate check my rolly bag because there wouldn't be enough room for it.  i hate that.

on a positive note, delta didn't even bat an eye at my "diaper bag" which is actually just a huge duffle full of all of baby's things for the trip, my rolly gate checked bag was waiting for me on the baggage carousel, baby finally passed out at noon MST (she'd been awake for almost six hours), and mother and i had a delicious lunch at the varsity.  i love being home.

other things happened but instead of writing about them, i'll just post the pictures.  it was never fabulous but lately, my photography has seriously gone downhill.

waiting for mom

my bag and my "diaper bag".  not pictured: my loaded purse.

still passed out

don't let the grogginess fool you.  baby loves the varsity.

bath time!

go ahead and tell me.  i have the cutest kid ever.

she was playing with a dinosaur so i gave her stegosaurus spikes.  i'm a really good parent because i take advantage of bath time being an educational experience.

this is weed.  or sister lisa.  i love her to death and tonight was the first time i'd seen her in TWO WHOLE YEARS.  welcome home from finland weed!  remember you're always welcome at the maycocks where my dad will serve you a nice salad with the fatted salmon.

have you ever wondered why i'm so nazi about my kid always wearing a bow?  let me tell you.  the real purpose of this picture was to compare my child to my brother as a child.  sans bow and avec comb over, my baby turns into her uncle wally.  yes, he actually goes by uncle wally.  but i swear he's not weird and creepy.  except when he attempts a mustache.  but really, aren't those maycock genes amazing?  and dominant?

not pictured: BBB (big booty belen) who, after tonight, will now be going by the name "buns."  i love that girl.  especially when she says "toaster" with an american accent.