I stole it from both Trista and Cali, because Cali’s other meme looked too hard.

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

No.
Explanations.

Not as easy as you might think…

1. Yourself: tired

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: wife

3. Your hair: dirty

4. Your mother/stepmother: smart

5. Your dog: none

6. Your favorite item: books

7. Your dream last night: realistic

8. Your favorite drink: coffee

9. Your dream car: free

10. The room you are in: spare

12. Your fear: inadequate

13. What you want to be in 10 years: happy

14. Who you hung out with last night: family

15. What you’re not: neutral

16. Muffin: pumpkin

17: One of your wish list items: britaxboulevard

18: Time: bedtime

19. The last thing you did: nurse

20. What you are wearing: sweats

21. Your favorite weather: mild

22. Your favorite book: all

23. The last thing you ate: chocolatechips

24. Your life: overflowing

25. Your mood: tired

26. Your best friend(S): remote

27. What are you thinking about right now? sleep

28. Your car: mini-suv

29. What are you doing at the moment?: typing

30. Your summer: hot

31. Your relationship status: “married”

32. What is on your TV?: fingerprints

33. What is the weather like?: cool

34. When is the last time you laughed?: 7:45pm?

 

We are back from our whirlwind trip to Washington DC where we:

  • Saw Grandma & Grandpa TWICE
  • Met Amanda (age 4.5 months) and introduced Noah to Amanda’s Mom, Dad and dog
  • Saw Mikki & Claire get married
  • Marched for the homeless, where we also got the surprise benefit of getting to meet Monica & Susanne of Oh, Susanica!, because Susanne works with Amanda’s Mom
  • Remembered how little we miss DC traffic
  • Caught an ear infection (only Noah)

Other than the traffic and the ear infection, both of which upped our stress level and made us a little snippy, it was a good trip.

Here’s some extremely cute evidence:

Want this Doll? Aleck & Amanda and Liza & Noah Who's Cute? On the Walk for the Homeless

Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get any shots of Amanda crying when Noah kissed her.

 

We had a long and exhausting trip. I’ll blog about it and upload the pictures eventually.

In the meantime, here’s a picture of Noah at his Grandma & Grandpa’s, looking cute, of course.

Grandma & Grandpa's

 

We leave in about 10 minutes for a wedding, so there may be no posts again until Monday.

Then again, our hosts are very tech savvy, so I could be wrong.

 

Yesterday, a number of nursing moms in Vermont staged a “nurse-in” to protest Delta’s having kicked a mom off an airplane for nursing her child on the plane.
Go, Vermont!

 

Back in the 80s, I spent an awful lot of time and energy Demonstrating How Different I Was.

One of the big ways this showed up was my active denigration of most popular music. This is especially funny in retrospect, since one of the nice things about being an adult is being comfortable with the fact that 90% of the time, music is just background noise to me, and I don’t have very strong feelings about it.

So, back in the 80s, I would sooner have tried to eat glass than go to a Lionel Richie concert, and if someone had suggested it, I would have ruthlessly mocked the idea.

Also? At the time, I probably could have named at most 2 Lionel Richie songs. I did not know that he was a member of The Commodores. I could not have named a Commodores song if my life depended on it, and if pressed, would probably have confused them with The Temptations. Or maybe The Four Tops.

As she has been doing for the entire time we’ve been together, Jill’s love of music, especially 80s music, has broadened my mind and my experience, and also been quite the education.

It turns out that I like a lot of 70s and 80s pop music! Who knew?

Here’s where it gets really funny, not to mention embarrassing. I learned something at the amazing and extremely fun Lionel Richie concert that Jill dragged me to this evening. Brick House is a Commodores song!

Yeah, I figured you knew that already. But me? Not so much. So there you go, it turns out that there’s a Lionel Richie song I love, and probably even loved in the 80s.

Incidently, Jill has also dragged me to see Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, and Prince, speaking of 80s artists I didn’t appreciate at the time.

But now? It’s time to appreciate some sleep.

 

Lizzie pointed out this stressful story about a mother who was kicked off her Delta Airlines flight for nursing her baby.

Since we fly to DC on Friday, on Delta, this gets bad news bonus points from me.

But I am a frequent Delta flier, and have a special number I get to call where they don’t usually leave me on hold. So I called.

It was a frustrating conversation.

Basically, the woman both told me that there was no rule against nursing on their planes, and that the Vermont woman in the article might have been kicked off because other people complained. Huh?

She also suggested that “if I was worried” I should nurse the baby in the bathroom.

Obviously I’m worried, or I wouldn’t be calling. Also gross! And totally unhelpful in takeoff and landing, the key time to nurse the baby on the plane, so he doesn’t cry and annoy everyone else on the plane because his ears hurt. (Hey, I forgot to ask, if Noah cries and people complain, will we get kicked off?)

According to the Delta representative, I should pump or bring a pacifier for takeoff and landing. Again, if I’m worried.

Um.

That’s not exactly the ringing, “we support healthy babies” response I was hoping for. Both Georgia and Virginia, where the flight takes off and lands, have laws protecting the right of mothers to breastfeed in public.

We went around in circles for about 5 minutes, with me trying to get the Delta Rep to reassure me that I wasn’t going to get kicked off the plane for nursing Noah, and the Delta Rep saying things like “we don’t have a nursing section” and similar pointless and unhelpful things. Then I gave up and got off the phone.

Wish us luck?

And good luck too, to Emily Gillette in her lawsuit against Delta.

Delta has an online contact form! Tell them what you think.

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