Leading up to this trip to MA I was worried we’d have a repeat of The Worst Flight in the History of Flights aka the blowout/vomit flight in April. It’s no lie when I say I considered canceling the whole trip so I wouldn’t have to wash out her disgusting clothes yet again. Thanks to Christopher’s encouragement/insistence that we press on and Expedia’s no cancelation policy we did indeed board the planes.

Thankfully we survived both flights without any of us needing a change of clothes. Instead we spent the first flight sitting in the 29th row with no windows in sight and a child who had the energy of three energizer bunnies. Still, wrangling the energizer bunny in a space smaller than a matchbox > being thrown up on. You’d think such success would make me more hopefully for a good flight back. WRONG. I go into the fetal position every time I think about it.

Ever since her birthday party in April, Sesame has been talking about Memere. She gets excited when she sees a picture of her. She wants to call her on the phone. She says her name all the time. I was hoping for an overjoyed reunion. This isn’t exactly the face of someone being reunited with her BFF.

She warmed up pretty quickly after Memere started a tradition of giving her a “pops” (popsicle) every day.