Flight to Utah

Here are some cute pics of me and my boy on the airplane. I just can't get enough of him, he's so dang cute! For the most part the plane ride was uneventful. I was stressed about making our second flight but an angel with a wheelchair met me at the gate and all was well.
Nicholas got sick of it by the end of the flight but was so excited to see gamma boopa that he pushed through and persevered.
He did tell me he had to go poopoo but it was right after the captain told us to stay in our seats to land, so I tried to tell him to hold it in for a few more minutes and he could go in the bathroom at the airport. Poor little tyke tried, but as we were on the ground waiting to get off the plane, he had a huge blowout. But, he tried... Aw well.
Enjoy the pics!

19 weeks

Oh man... These two little boys are gettin big! One is 10 oz and the other is 11 oz which is right on track. I feel bad for the one that is squished on the bottom so I try to lay on my side a lot so he can have a little bit of extra room to move. I don't want the one on top to get too spoiled either and think he can push the other one around once their born ;)

My crazy story for the day

A guy cut me off today, which is one of my pet peeves, you were the idiot who didn't pay attention to the signs... Just take it and make a u-turn, or at least wait for someone to let you in.
Gainesville traffic is way better than South Florida, but that almost makes me more upset when people drive uncourteously here, because its not "just how everyone drives."
So this old guy in a van just like mine hadn't realized he'd been in a turn only lane and tried to merge over, but wasn't going in front of me, he was just going into the side of me. Like about to hit the side of my van. So I honked and braked, and then as he just kept going and pulled in front of me, I honked some more. For about 30 seconds. I refrained from yelling, because Nicholas was in the car, but I was mad.
So I grabbed a bag of baby carrots out of my purse and rolled down the window. I was biting off proper chunks to throw out the open window at his car when I realized I was about to cross a line of craziness that was probably not ok. Up to this point, the idea of crazy hadn't even occurred to me. So I debated in my mind wether I was mad enough to go there or not, rolled the window back up and ate my carrots.
Am I proud of myself for not throwing carrots at an old man and his old wife in their minivan? Yes. Do I get to be proud of myself for anything at this point? No, probably not. Truth is wether I did it or not, I WAS that crazy and there was nothing I could have done about it anyway. Luckily the hormones subsided or something and it didn't happen but either way I will always have a pretty funny story about how I almost did a pretty funny thing. I mean CARROTS?! REALLY?! WHO DOES THAT??!!??!!

Bubbles in the Park

Here is a little video of him romping around, but he was talking a lot so I thought it was fun to share. If you aren't a grandparent though, I'll understand if 4 minutes is too long. Maybe I'll make a condensed version for non-grandparents. :)