Jes and the girls are hurtling toward me as we speak!
Honestly. I’m more nervous about them being on a plane than Jes is. THEY ARE SO FAR UP IN THE AIR! AHH!
When Jes moved, I took all the stuff she’d left here and shoved it into Babygirl’s room and shut the door. That’s how I deal, see. Pack it and shut it. Heh. Anyway- I’ve spent the last few days straightening that mess out and organizing toys, washing bedding, setting up the pack and play, etc. I had to have M pull all the baby gear out of the garage and I got that all washed and set up in the living room. It currently looks as if a Rainforest has vomited in my house.
It turned out that Jes’s husband couldn’t come along so she’s flying with the girls by herself. I think that’s incredibly brave, flying across the country alone, first time flyer no less, with a 3 year old and a 4 month old. And it’s not a straight shot, either. She’s got two connections to make. Ack! My nerves are shot and she only just took off 2 hours ago.
Since she’s got enough to manage what with just the two kids, diaper bag, and a carry on of toys and snacks for Babygirl, I told her not to mess with hauling car seats or luggage. That meant I had to go buy two car seats but I wanted to have my own anyway, and she left enough clothes here for all of them that she doesn’t need to bring any. I have diapers and wipes, bottles and formula. We’re set. Just bring on the babies.
I couldn’t ask for a better late birthday celebration.