Back in the Saddle Again

We've been back in Colorado since Mother's Day.  We flew back, and our trip went surprisingly well.  The last time I flew anywhere with the kids, Giggles went on as a "lap child," and she was squirmy and restless and kicking the seat in front of us the entire flight.  Since she does very well in her car seat, I thought that it might help for her to have her own seat on the airplane too so I elected to buy her a ticket rather than take her on as a "lap child" this time.  Of course, taking a car seat on board meant I'd have to lug it around with us during our layover at DFW.  It was going to be worth it in my opinion.  It didn't even matter that the bathrooms nearest our gate at DFW were closed for repairs or that I had to tote said car seat and a full backpack while pushing Giggles in her stroller past 20 gates to get to the next closest bathrooms when Pumpkin suddenly announced at lunch that he had to go potty.  And never mind that I ended up changing Giggles' diaper in the airport lounge because I was afraid to take too long at said bathroom in case our flight left without us.  In the end, all that hassle was well worth it because both kids behaved impeccably during our flights.  In fact, they earned praise all around from flight attendants and passengers alike, and they were even given a couple of fabric sticker airline wings as a prize for their good behavior when we arrived at DIA.  Sure, her seat cost me an extra $300, and I still haven't regained feeling in my left arm from holding a car seat aloft while jogging through the cavernous DFW airport.  But I'd do it again in a heartbeat!

Anyway, once home, Pumpkin jumped right back into school, and life has kinda sorta gotten back to normal for the time being.  Yesterday, Pumpkin had an appointment at the Children's Hospital Dental Clinic to repair half of the approximately 9 cavities he'd been diagnosed with at his last dental check-up.  He was given a sedative called Versed, which was supposed to relax him as well as cause him not to feel or even remember any pain.  Well, it didn't work.  The doctor told us that Pumpkin behaved well and was very cooperative during his procedure, but when we got home, Pumpkin was able to recall everything that had happened including that he had been in so much pain that he nearly cried.  My poor baby!  Did I mention that Pumpkin tends to be a bit high strung.  Most likely, he was too anxious during the procedure for the medicine to work properly.  And, he still has to return for the 2nd half of the procedure in a few months.  Hmm, guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

For now, we're gonna concentrate on wrapping things up at home.  Pumpkin's last day of class is on Thursday, and his end-of-year program takes place on Friday.  The movers arrive the following Wednesday to start packing up our belongings then return on Friday to pack up the trucks and head out to Houston.  "It" is getting closer, and I still haven't given myself permission to think too hard about leaving.  Soon.

Welcome Back, Kiddies

Surprisingly, when I asked Pumpkin if he wanted to go back to Colorado and return to school, he said yes.  I'd have bet money that he would've elected to stay in Texas and be with his cousins until we actually "moved" to Texas.  I would've lost.  Anyway, I was glad that he wanted to return because he was able to spend some time with his friends before we had to go for good. 

Shortly after we arrived back in Colorado, it snowed!  It wasn't quite enough to go sledding, but I made sure to take the kids outside to play since we are not likely to have an opportunity like this again once we move.  We didn't see any of our friends right away, but we ran into a few of them at a community fair we attended in nearby Beacon Point so that was nice.  Thinking about it now, I suppose the reason we didn't immediately jump back into things (or call any of our friends) was partly because I felt a bit weird that we were only going to be seeing everyone just to say goodbye.  As stated so eloquently in "The Gilmore Girls" (and I'm paraphrasing) there's nothing good about goodbyes.  They should be called badbyes!"




In honor of our upcoming move, we celebrated by eating Texas-shaped sandwiches.