in to Grand Rapids in the middle of the night

Well, it’s the final push and maybe I will have this blog finished

before we’re home a whole week.  There’s one thing that has changed about traveling with a baby, I can’t get my blog done.  I have so many things that have to be done for the baby, it’s hard to find time to type, especially with a little boy who looks at the blue power 

button on my laptop as a challenge.  We get to Baltimore and I’m just in a bad mood.  John should have just left me there, but to be fair, he keeps making the dumbest decisions or statements that I believe are calculated to make me mad it seems.  We get off the plane,

 find some Chinese food that John has been wanting all week and have a nice family dinner.  Then it’s time to get to the gate, where John realizes that he has lost his second boarding pass.  So, I leave him standing in line to go change Oscar’s diaper, because we have found that it's

hit or miss for there to be a changing table in the men’s room, but there usually is something that can pass for one in the women’s bathrooms.  This includes a ride up the elevator with the stroller and I follow the signs to the bathroom at the end of the food

 court.  We return to find that the lady at the counter didn’t even give John a hard time about reprinting his boarding pass, she just handed it right over without even trying to make him sweat it.  She told me that she could have had fun if I had warned her.  I try to get Oscar to run around and expend some energy.  So, we’re testing out our height against the carry on requirements and I told John that the Bean is now  too big to carry on.  Of course, as we start to board,

 there is a poopy diaper to change, but at least it doesn’t happen on the plane.  Where they do have a changing table in the forward lavatory for those of you who might fly with kids.  Still, it’s small and to be avoided if possible.  So, another quick run up the stairs to the bathroom and John points out that there was a closer bathroom on the other side.  Again,

something that I don’t need to know when I have already returned from the further one, but he points it out and irritates me in this way.  Oscar stays up on this flight and flirts with the airline employees, eats lucky charms and knocks John’s glasses off into other seats several times, but he doesn’t cry and it is another uneventful flight with disembarking at midnight in Grand Rapids.  What the hell were we thinking again when he planned this trip.  The 

only glitch is realizing that the rice formula did not take kindly to being in the hold and has exploded all over one of the pieces of luggage.  Of course the one with the jackets, so Oscar starts to cough as I try to shake the formula off the coats.  John says that he’ll just go without.  Grand Rapids doesn’t feel that bad cold wise which I expected to freeze in, but maybe the happiness of being almost home, warms me.