I'm Leaving on an Airplane

What would happen if a capuchin monkey were to board an aircraft and fly halfway across the United States without a handler?
Southwest Airlines got a close taste when Gannon, in his glorious 7 years of wisdom and knowledge, boarded a few Tuesdays ago for a week long visit with his California Grandparents.

I was ENORMOUSLY scared for my little guy.  Yes, yes, I know that kids fly all the time and that RARELY things go wrong.  I knew I was going to be a train wreck regardless, so I took my fabulous friend Sharee with me to help calm my nerves, re-assure me, you know, be a friend.  

The drive to the airport was .......loooooooonnnnnnnggggggg.  We always joke about "are we there yet", but I had never actually encountered it.

G: "How much longer do we have to drive?"

M: "Well, we left about 15 minutes ago, so 45 more minutes."

G:  "How 'bout now?  Now how much longer?"

M: "Honey, it's only been 3 minutes, so 42 minutes left."

G: "Now?!?!?!"

M: "41 minutes."

This went on for the e.n.t.i.r.e. trip.

When we got to the airport we got his boarding passes (he stood on the luggage scale, then zeroed it for them.  What a helper), went through security (he wondered out loud why a grown man was kicking his bag through the line.  That was poor stewardship), and found his gate.

I was kissing and hugging him, and telling him to pray for the flight, the ground crew, and for his mommy.  I was loving on him, already anticipatorily missing him

"I'm sorry I choosed to go, Mommy.  I'll miss you very much." he said, reassuring me.  He felt he needed to keep going.  "And I shouldn't say the word BOMB, right?!?!?!"

I gave up after that.

I prayed, I cried, I had some wine.

At 1045pm, I got the call.  HE LANDED and was OK!  Thankfully the flight attendant did not let him order a Bud Light per his request, and as it turns out, "Strangers aren't scary!  They are REALLY nice!"

Ice Sculpture

Gannon froze a chunk of ice in a plastic cup in the freezer.

He wanted to make an ice sculpture with it.

He wanted to use a butter knife.
He said "Just with a butter knife"

I said No.

"WHAT?!?!?!  WHY NOT?"

No knives, I replied.

"But I'm allowed to use butter knives!"

"For food, not carving."

"Then I will use a spoon.  Spoons aren't sharp.  And I will make my ice sculpture.  So there."

Happy 4TH!

Me:  Gannon, stop picking your nose!

Gannon:  Mom, why did God make our fingers fit in our nose and ears just right if we aren't supposed to pick them?

Honestly, I got nothing....

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Subway

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Everyone enjoys a Subway sandwich every once in a while...some more than others (Jarod?).  Yesterday, our good friend Jordan celebrated his last day in SATX with us at, you guessed it, Subway.

I've never in my life had an exciting trip to Subway.  It's always been fairly benign.  Maybe once an unexpected pepper found its way into my meal, but thats the extent of the excitement for me.

Until Yesterday...

Somehow the Koenig Kids have an adventure everywhere they go.

It all started with a power chair.

Siri had to use the restroom.  Unfortunately, she was horribly distracted by a red power chair and its occupant.  They (chair and occupant) were in line for food.  Have you ever noticed that when children say something embarrassing, they are louder than normal?  AND, the volume tends to raise a few decibels when in a VERY public place.  And they sometimes point.  No, they almost always point.

"MOMMY, THERE IS A CAR IN HERE!  WHY DID SOMEONE DRIVE THEIR CAR IN HERE!  CARS DON'T GO IN RESTAURANTS!"

Jordan, his lovely girlfriend Cassie, Gordon and I turned red.  We giggled to hide our embarrassment.  We re-directed Siri and moved on with life.

Until the man with the power chair parked.  Right next to us.

Que Gannon.

"DOES THAT MAN HAVE ONLY ONE LEG?  WHY DOES HE HAVE ONLY ONE LEG?  WHY DOES HE NEED A CHAIR?  DOES IT HAVE A HORN?"

There was a moment of horrible embarrassment, then a good two minutes trying to hush Gannon, and explain different reasons a person might need a chair.

"HE SHOULD GET A METAL LEG!  THEN HE WOULDN'T NEED THE CHAIR ANYMORE!  THAT'S A GOOD IDEA!!!!"

What a little problem solver.

Fortunately among the embarrassment, laughter, tears, and explanation, the man was gracious enough to show the kids his chair, explain why he only had one leg, and even let the kids honk the horn.

On Broadway

Today, my dear friend Cristy, our friend Danna, and I, along with a 3, 4 and 5 year old, went to see Beauty and the Beast Jr.  What a fabulous show!  The kids all did a great job, and of course the girls loved sitting so close to a real live princess.  After the play was over, they begged to meet Bell in person.  It was our great luck that she was in the hall, greeting loyal subjects!  HOORAY!
Thinking it would be fun for a Broadway like experience, I pulled out the playbill and three pens, then explained to the girls what an "autograph" was.  Everyone was jazzed!

After we got the photo op of the year, the girls pulled out their programs and pens.  They waited to patiently for their Princess to sign...but somehow, Siri missed the point of the exercise...

As our friends had their bill autographed, Siri stood to the side.  When I inquired as to what she was doing, and instructed her to give her program to the princess, she hesitated.  Like any good princess would, Bell offered her assistance.

"Here, give me the paper and I'll write my name in it!"  She knew how to woo a fan.  Siri was fast to respond "No, no, its ok.  I already know how to write my name."

And so, Siri autographed her own playbill.

Bell never had a chance against Princess Siri.

Circus

In the bathtub-
Me -  "Gannon, stop splashing!"
Gannon - "I'm not splashing...I'm juggling water!"
DOH!

Man of Steel...

I missed Wordless Wednesday, so here it is....