One is never enough

You can never have too much of a good thing.  Case in point: Wearing one pair of jammies is great, but adding one around your neck and on your head, and suddenly you become Mr. Super-Jammies!

One binky makes my life worth living.  Three binkies...now that is really something!!

Dear Sixty Degrees

Dear Sixty Degrees,

I have missed you so much.  Having you back in my life--even if it is short-lived--makes true happiness possible.  (I'm not saying you can't be happy during the winter, but no matter how great life is, it would always be better if you were here.)  We went outside today.  Without coats.  Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for visiting us in February.  You are welcome to stay as long as you want.

Love,
Bethany

The Trick...

It turns out the secret to an ideal flying-alone-with-a-toddler experience is sleep deprivation (not benadryl as some of you may have suspected).  Despite the fact that we had an early-ish (10:30 am) flight on Saturday, Colton decided it would be best to wait up for me to get back from book group (by some miracle, book group was postponed a week so that I was actually able to attend.)  I don't think he (or my mom who was babysitting) anticipated that I wouldn't get home until midnight.  Oops.  The poor little bug was so sleepy the next day that he slept practically the whole way home, thus making a very enjoyable flight for me and everyone around me.

Note: There is a good chance that extra sleepiness could result in extreme grumpiness.  Use this method at your own risk.

Also, I may still resort to drugging him on the 8 hour flight to Hawaii in April...