Bye-bye na-na

Well, it's official. Breastfeeding is really over. That day of A's 18-month b-day was really it. It is only slightly missed - otherwise it is very freeing. If weaning can possibly be child-directed, as in mama, no thanks, I am done, then that's a good way I think. But, really, I believe whatever way is best for the whole family, is, well...best for the whole family. But I am happy with the whole process for the most part. Could have done without the biting, thanks! But it was lovely really. very sweet.

Bye-bye na-na.

Hellooooo margaritas and teeth whitening!

Since then we have gone to Tejas to see family and go to a wedding. Can I say...it was hell! We traveled like people that do not have an 18-month old - lesson learned, I hope. Flew to Houston on Fri, drove to Austin on Sunday, went to a wedding of my good friend for 2 1/2 minutes before A. freaked, stayed in Austin sun night, drove back to Houston on Mon, flew home on Tues. A. was, uh...not pleased. Cranky, bouncy, punchy, sleepy, not-sleepy, fussy, hungry, not-hungry - did I say bouncy. As in - on my queasy stomach - for hours?!

lordy. it was a mess. I am still recovering over a week later. no really. On the final 4-hour late bumpy storm-chasing flight, the woman in front of me, looking fresh and posh, said "You look exhausted dear." Dear? I must have really looked like complete crap to get the term of endearment. And I did. I still feel like I am on that damn plane. could someone give me an astronaut's inner ear for my next birthday?

And then I guess I caught a bug - not a cute bug - an ugly bug. with nasty tummy issues and a fever and chills.

We are flying to Minneapolis in August to see M's family. Could you guess that I am not looking forward to it? Can I get out of it? Hmmmm. Let's think...no. Could I just sit way far away in another seat? Hmmmm. perhaps? Ugh. Ugh. So jealous am I of those plane travelers that can just sit, read, chat, have cocktails, move their damn heads, without feeling barfy.

Little prayer to the gods of genetics:
Please let A. escape this inner ear hell.

Whew! Whining feels good. Thank goodness no one will read this.