Lyndsay's hereeee

So.. the trip to the airport was silly. Mapquest lied to me something fierce. It said get off at exit 11..there was no exit 11! I think I saw 2 10's though. I knew where I was really supposed to get off..but I decided to keep looking for this exit 11..in case I was wrong or something. Nope. Exit 12 it was then! It was full of "crap crap crap...come onnnnn!!" until I pulled into a parking lot and looked at the directions all over again just to be sure that's what it said. No, it did. I let out a quarter of a tear (the kind you don't even let make it completely to the surface) and got back on the freeway..going the other direction this time. Then it was full of "I think this is right..is this right? Please let this be right..I don't feel like going in circles all friggin night" It was. I'm sure a few truck drivers who were surrounding me were less than pleased that I was actually going the 50 mph speed limit. Hahaha.

Parked..got the boys out. Calix in his stroller..Maddox in the tummy pack..and headed in. I know I say this all the time because I'm mostly paranoid..but when i say everyone was staring at me..I mean it. *Everyone* was staring. Probably more at the kids than me really. But the eyes all over me and the whispers! Jeeze..make a woman feel insecure! Anyway, The Delta counter was closed "crap." So I went to the security check point to see if I could just go through to go get Lyndsay orr..where should I go from here? I had to go back downstairs to the Delta luggage place and ask for a guest gate pass. Again..the stares! "Look at her.. oh my goodness talk about having your hands full!" I just smiled and trudged along.

Mmm..big sweaty mess. Got back to the security checkpoint..had to take Calix out of the stroller..fold it up and shove it through the x-ray thingy..hold him so he didn't run away while also taking off my shoes and holding onto both boys walk through the metal detector (which got bumped the first time through..so had to do it all over again). Headed down to all of the "A" gates..and though no one could tell me which gate it was exactly..they knew it was an "A" gate. Great! There are 14...count them..14 "A" gates. All of which? Were completely void of people. Then I kind of panicked..thinking maybe they took her somewhere else and where is that place and WHO STOLE MY NIECE?? OH MAN.. MY SISTER'S GOING TO BE SO PISSED! But, I found someone finally and said I was supposed to be picking up an unaccompanied minor and um..well, where is she? He asked what airline..and it turned out I was standing in front of the right gate when I asked him that..and they'd just pulled up. I also at this point remembered I'd forgotten to put deodorant on. I was feeling musty by this point..what with all of that running around back and forth trying to make it to the gate in time so Lyndsay didn't think I wasn't going to show or anything.

We took a seat and waited..and when I say everyone was stopping to see both of the boys and tell me I had my hands full (har har har. I haven't heard that one before)..I literally mean *everyone*. I might as well be famous. Jokes..jokes. So as I'm talking to someone..another guy comes up and says "are you waiting for Lyndsay?" "yeah.." (who are you? SHOO! leave my niece alone!) "she's a great kid!" "I know, right? She's awesome. Can't believe she's only 12, can you?" "And to think! Homeschooled! Tell her mom she did a great job with her!" yeah yeah yeah..Jenna, you did a great job with her. A random passenger on the airplane said so. Nah, she's a great person..but we already knew this. Anyway, *finally* she strolled out..last person. I gave her a hug and immediately apologized for stinking..if she could smell me. Didn't want her to think I'm the smelly aunt..when I'm not normally! The flight attendant was all "she must be the one here to pick you up because you guys look alike!" we don't really.. I mean.. I guess you can tell there's a relation of sorts between us..but she looks way more like her mother than me. So..that's cute.

And yeah..so..it was an adventure. Someone at the baggage claim seriously asked me if I was holding a doll in the tummy pack. Yeah lady, because I'm 24 years old and totally do that. The kid has a pulse. "Oh my gosh! he's so small!! how old?" "3 1/2 weeks" then turns to her husband and verifies that it's a real baby..and he's 3 1/2 weeks old. Yu huh. Anyway.

Don't worry..we almost got lost on the way home, too. But Lynds was in the backseat giving me like..support "Just keep telling yourself you can do it" she said. "I know where I'm going..I've been here before.. I'm just nervous and kind of just saying it outloud". But she's totally awesome. When we got home, we sat up and talked for a little bit while I fed Maddox..and lemme tell ya, she cracks me up. And I love that her family's going through the same kind of visitor we had in December. The massive toilet paper using kind. We both have the same question:

What exactly are you doing with all of it?

Because fah reals.