Traveling

So I am currently 3 thousand miles away from my home and husband and missing it terribly. I am visiting Tyson's family, and then I fly to visit my family too, then fly back home. Wow, let me tell you, traveling with an 18 month old and being 5 months pregnant is not really my cup of tea. I have vowed to never travel with children by myself ever ever again. Josh was a real trooper and didn't yell and scream or anything, but he was so wiggly and so tired and sick of being cramped in small spaces or in large airports with so many wonderful things to see that I just wouldn't let him explore. Tyson prayed that people all around me would help me and be kind to me. And the Lord was listening because there were so many people that were so nice. There were others that were not so much. These two women in front of me kept turning around and glaring at me every time Josh moved or talked or anything. And one time he reached up and grabbed her seat and accidentally grabbed a couple strands of her hair and she screamed, no joke, and then the lady next to her turned around and glared at me with a look that said "Obviously you are a single mom or a very bad mom because you can't even control your child for a few hours." Man, if I didn't love my kid so much, I would have handed him up to them and said, "fine, you take care of him if you are such experts." But then I got to thinking that maybe they just forgot what it is like to be a kid and maybe they had just been to a funeral or something and they just weren't happy. So I am trying hard not to hold a permanant grudge. :)

But then there are other people like the lady that sat next to me that let Josh play with her back pack and eat half of her bag of cheetos. She told me she had 3 kids and knew what it was like. She made the whole ordeal so much better. I'm pretty sure she is an angel. Then this other guy kept pulling stuff out of his briefcase for Josh to play with. It was so nice. I just don't know if they could ever know how much that meant to me. I hope they are readily blessed with anything they ever need.

So when I finally got here, it was such a relief to have Tyson's family standing there right past security waiting for us. Josh is loving them and all the attention, I doubt he will like going back home. He does miss his Daddy though. He woke up this morning and looked around and said "Where Da?" I pretty much bawled. I miss Tyson so much. Some people think it is pathetic I get so sad being away from him for a few weeks, but to me it feels like a million years. I am just thankful Tyson's parents don't care that I call him 3 to 4 times a day on their phone and talk forever. It is kind of fun though, I feel like we are engaged again because that was how it was then since we were apart almost the whole time. I just still miss him like crazy and really don't like sleeping without him, it is so terribly lonely. I don't know how I did it for the first 21 years of my life.

But anyways, the traveling part is not so very fun, but I am glad I came and I love being here. The weather is so perfect and the food is great and I love watching Tyson's parents and how much they adore each other. It is fun especially since Tyson looks so much like his Dad and I watch his parents and think, "Tyson and I will look like that in 20 or so years" and I can't wait. I am excited to spend more time with them and excited to see my family and hang out with them. And I can't wait to be back home with my Hunny Bunches again.

Josh's life, as we now know it.

Hello, my name is Joshua. This here is my mom. She is usually pretty nice, but lately, she has been acting kind of funny. She will randomly start crying, or get cranky. But the thing that bugs me the most, is her lap is getting smaller and I don't fit like I used to. Aunt Kenni also cut her hair, I think that looks pretty good though. This is me. I make the best faces in the world and I love to eat. I especially love to be outside and this is my sitting spot on our deck. Mom doesn't like me to be out here by myself, and I don't like that. I scream when she takes me in, but she doesn't seem to listen.

This is my dad. He is the coolest in the whole world. Every day when he gets home from work he chases me and finds new ways to make me laugh. On this occasion he wasn't paying enough attention to me, so I pushed him, then he chased me and "hog tied" me to the broom. That was really fun, I liked it a lot.

My dad lets me eat popcorn with him. It is my favorite food. It is actually pronounced "Paw-cawn" but nobody says it right but me.

Besides eating I love to read. My favorite book is the "Little Blue Engine Saves the Day." I drag my blanket around and read books and I am full of knowledge.

But I do other things besides reading, I love to sweep. I especially love it when my mom makes a pile of dirt with her broom and I get to scatter it back all over the floor with my broom. It is a game we play, but I don't think my mom understands sometimes.

This is a good shot of my hair before my mom cut it. It is pretty sweet, huh?

This is another way my dad chose to torture me. I couldn't move my arms, and I thought it was really funny for a little while. But then my parents made me take it off.

One day my mom was in a really good mood and gave me a sucker, the very first I have ever had. I got super sticky and my mom even let me have a lick of hers. Mine tasted better though.

I am also very social. My very best friend is Tommy. He lets me come over and play with his dog Diego. But when we are at my house, we have fun too. He taught me how to wear couch covers on my head like a hat. We love to yell and scream and chase each other. He is a great best friend.

So that is pretty much my life. I think it is a lot of fun. My mom says I am having a baby brother soon. I don't know what she is talking about, but if he is like Tommy, I think it will be okay. I just want to be able to sit on her lap again. But that is all from me for now. Have a nice day!