Real MOM Monday: My Toddler the Tattletale
Out of the mouths of babes....
Sunday before last, Olive and I took a solo flight (aka no daddy for back-up) from Chicago to Salt Lake City. We were late to the airport. I had to run to the gate - the very last gate I might add, in heels while carrying Olive. Why do they only want to be carried at the least convenient moments?
By the time we reached the gate, I was soaked with sweat - pit stains and all. Red lipstick smeared. Dead hair. I took the empathetic look from the airline agent as a warning sign that the airplane bathroom mirrors were not going to be kind to me. But whatever - we made the flight!
With just a few moments to spare, I managed to get my "gear" in order. For 3 hours of airtime, I bring a myriad of in-flight entertainment. You name it. I got it. Paint. Play-doh. Stamps, Crayons. Flash cards. Sticky hands. Stickers. Books. Sofia the 1st figurines (and the rest of the royal family of course). Pillow. Blankie. Snacks. More snacks. And last but not least - the iPad.