The most notable thing as of late was our travel schedule. We first took a trip at the beginning of June to visit Aunt Lara and Uncle Craig, who we nicknamed Auntie and Unkie Monkey. And then we went to visit Pappa-O and Pam to celebrate their wedding. Daddy and I were prepared for our flights with a portable DVD player, pipe cleaners, new books, stacking boxes and small pom-poms. Of course, most of this turned out to just be a bunch of crap we had to carry around. You were mostly interested in the DVDs and the small plastic cups we were able to acquire from the stewardess. You are, however, a perfect traveler, somewhere akin to polyester.
On our first flight to Branson I was a bit concerned about security. It’s tapered off since, but at that time, your favorite word was “Kaboom!” We knew this as your word for falling down, and you’d often illustrate this word with a slow motion demonstration of what it would look like if you fell. However, I wasn’t certain if TSA officials would find this endearing or as a security threat and the entire Olivet clan would be wisked away for questioning.
Even though we cleared security, there was still a bomb that was dropped during this trip. Yep, the f-bomb. Now, it’s not really surprising that you’ve done this, what’s more miraculous is that it’s taken this long. The f-bomb is one of mommy’s favorite words and one day I will explain to you the wonderful characteristics of this word and its usage, BUT admittedly, it loses it’s luster when coming from a 2 year old. Long story short, on our way back from Branson, Mommy was traveling alone with you. You hadn’t had a nap and decided that you couldn’t walk. As soon as I put you down, you would exclaim “lay down” and proceed to lay down at my feet, no matter where we were. After collecting our luggage and dragging it and you all over the concourse, Mommy took a wrong turn, which I felt there was only one word to describe our predicament. You then repeated this word. Oops. Mommy had then realized she didn’t take a wrong turn and had to circle back, again using the only word that fit in that situation. And you repeated it. Oops. Finally, we got in the elevator with this perfectly nice family of 4 and as the elevator descended, you just said it again out of the blue. To which my response was “Yep, here’s our floor!” and quickly exited.
