that's how we roll, yo.

My husband and I are not planners. Most of the big things we do are spontaneous and impulsive. 3 months after we started dating (again) we decided to get married. Within 25 days, the wedding was planned and pulled off. 4 months later, we had to take our perfectly good Jetta in for some routine maintenance and we ended up leaving the dealership with a brand new Passat. We didn't even need a new car but we saw one we liked and got a good deal, so what the heck?

It's just how we do things around here. So it was only fitting that on Wednesday morning, at 8:19 am, only 23 hours before my husband was supposed to leave for the States, I decided that W should go with him. When I brought the idea up to my husband, I said, "I'm thinking W should go with you" and he said "Yeah, ok, that's fine". I thought he answered too quickly for agreeing to take a 22 month old active toddler on 30 hours worth of flights, 3 hours worth of layovers and 6 days worth of jet lag, so I had to be sure we were on the same page. We were certainly not. He thought I was talking about him taking W to the store. But within 15 minutes, he agreed that it was a good idea and 30 minutes later, we had it all worked out.

Our magnificent plan turned into a bit of a nightmare, as they missed their connecting flight and ended up having to stay the night in Philadelphia. But that ended up being ok because it gave my husband a chance to recharge the pacifier that is better known as the portable DVD player. He also taught W how to say "puppy" which, in his book, made it all worth it.

Now the boys are off having fun in California, going to baseball games, the beach, eating In and Out, eating REAL Mexican food and Thai food (well, my husband is, not W) and visiting friends and family. I want to be with them so badly but that isn't possible, thanks to the credit limit on our credit card and the fact the State Department messed up CB's passport, saying she had something in common with Shilo Jolie Pitt (besides both of them having incredibly hot fathers) and was born in Africa, instead of Germany... but that's a story for another day.

Pray my boys have a good time and have a safe and restful flight home. Those of you who get to see my son, please gawk at him lovingly and then write me to tell me what an amazing child he is and what a fantastic job we have done raising him. I need a self esteem boost and validation.