i should most definitely be sleeping.

instead, i'm doing this.

we're back from vacation now and it was so sad to leave, but great to get home. **sidenote: don't wear make-up (or DO wear water-proof) on a day you're supposed to leave your family. you just cry it off**

the flights were alright. the first one was only 35 minutes. jordan slept the whole flight. the next one was a ridiculously long one. 3 hours and 51 minutes. i don't know how people fly over seas. i would murder someone. the other 2 were relatively short and the last one was probably the best flight i've ever had. there was a puerto rican/black lady behind us and jordan was flirting with her like NOBODY'S business! she talked to her seat mate the whole flight (21 minutes) and cracked me up the whole way. she ended all her sentences with "mmmmhmmm". hilarious.

so here's a funny story....a little off track and out of order, but it just came to mind. on our way out to new york, the steward comes up to me and asks if i have a lot of diapers. i'm like "ummm i guess so..." he goes on to explain that there was a father who checked his bag with all his daughter's diapers in it (ha ha!) and warned me that he might need one in the duration of the flight. i said that was fine and the flight goes on. i get up to changed jordan's poopie diaper. the lavatory is small and all i see is a 6 inch wide "counter" to change him on. so i lay him down and change him. this process takes me about 10 minutes because he's squirming around. after he's all changed, i go to the bathroom. i put the seat down and flush the toilet. i look up and what do i see in giant black letters?

CHANGING TABLE

oye.

i return to my seat, and fall asleep. i get that feeling that someone is staring at me, so i open my eyes. there's the steward again. he says, "i wasn't going to wake you up, but since your eyes are open, the father i told you about, needs a diaper." i was totally creeped out because he stared me awake.

so, the dad comes down the aisle with his little girl (who has to be AT LEAST 2 or 3) and i'm thinking to myself that there's no way this girl is going to fit into jordan's diapers. i hand him the diaper and wipes and he heads to the bathroom. he comes back 20 minutes later with his daughter picking the diaper out of her butt HA HA! i bet that's the last time he does that!

so that's my story....

***in other news*** they lost the carseat. BUT, they found it and will be delivering it between 11pm and 3 am today. yea. he told me to leave a note on the door so i wouldn't have to wait up for the delivery man. weird hours, but ok...