Rain delays are supposed to happen to baseball games or golf tournaments, not to first days of school. James is supposed to start school tomorrow as he is scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday this year. Tropical storm Fay has interrupted, causing his first day of school to be delayed.
The whole time in Utah I was telling James that when we got home he could go see his friends at school. He got so excited! Today I had to tell him that he won't be going to school tomorrow because there is a big storm outside and no boys and girls will be at school. He was sad! He says,"but I miss my friends!" Awwww.
We got home from Utah last night. The whole trip went without a hitch until James started crying when the plane was descending after our 4 hours in the air. He was sitting next to Daddy on the left side of the plane for the descent, while the rest of the time he was with me and Kaitlyn on the right side of the plane. I insisted that Nathan let him sit in the empty middle seat next to him for the last 15 minutes of the flight. So anyway, James tells Daddy that his tummy hurts, and really starts crying. I say, "GET THE BAG READY!" I give Nathan a barf bag, he opens it, waits a second, starts to pull it away, then James pukes. ALL OVER NATHAN. He got half of it in the bag though, but Nathan insisted (as would I have done so) in changing his clothes immediately after getting our bags from bag claim. Luckily, most of it came off to make it look like Nathan was just wet... but unfortunately in the WRONG areas... if you know what I mean. Right in the lap. Eeeeeww. Poor Nathan.
This whole thing though reminds me of the time that James and I ventured out to Florida when he was only a few months old. It was his first airplane ride, and I took him by myself to go see Grandma and Papa in Orlando. James had always had a sensitive stomach, and always was a spitter-upper. Ask my mom... if you gave him ANYTHING over a 4 ounce bottle, he'd throw up, everywhere. Apparently I hadn't learned my lesson thus far. So this time when I was taking him to Florida, worried about his poor little ears, I gave him a bottle for take-off. It had been about an hour or two since his last bottle, but apparently that wasn't enough digestion time. :) I wore his throw up the rest of the way home! The kicker? The guy that was supposed to be sitting next to me had moved across the aisle and into the row in front of us. James would have puked all over that guy! Whew!
James didn't get sick again yesterday, so we're pretty sure it was from the turbulence. He even feasted on two hot dogs for dinner (sans buns), which is what he told us he wanted for dinner even before he puked on Daddy. :)
