Mile High Club

Bridget was our nanny for Brady from August to December of last year. It was great..... She sent me text updates continually throughout the day..... pictures..... and if I had a question about his day I could call her at 10pm and ask her..... Austin & I were so grateful we wanted to do something BIG to thank her..... if you know Bridget at all.... she LOVES Taylor Swift..... So.... we bought her tickets to see Taylor tomorrow in Omaha.... It was great..... see Taylor & sees the Omaha family in one trip..... since she hasn't been back in a long time..... and We could bring Brady with us for the weekend to see everyone too..... my plan was genius....

Or so I thought......

We left EARLY this morning...... woke up Brady at 5:30am for the trip to the Good Life State.... I was a little sad that Bridget was only sitting next to us from San Antonio to Houston and not all the way to Omaha.... especially because I knew it would be more "challenging" with Brady waking up 3 hours before his normal wake up time......

However, Brady was not doing too bad.... considering..... the short flight was only 56 minutes long.... we could survive that, right? Well, as we started to descend Brady INSISTED on going to his Aunt Bridget..... and Bridget was more than willing to take him.... even asking him, "You love me more than Aunt Molly, right?" and teaching Brady to shake his head "yes". (Brady is somewhat annoying in how much he likes his Aunt Molly... and screams hysterically when he has to go to ANYONE else.... especially his momma)....

Well, in the middle of teaching Brady this new trick, I saw it..... just a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth..... just like he used to do when he'd spit up a little when he was younger..... but before I could process exactly what was going on.... he started..... he started vomitting.... not just spitting up.... but full fledged vomit all over his Aunt Bridget and mom.... okay, mostly his Aunt Bridget.... I grabbed a sweatshirt I had brought and started cleaning up the mess as quick as I could but before I could even get to his mouth he continued to vomit... over and over and over again.... everywhere.... the lady on the aisle seat was in complete disbelief..... just starring at us with her mouth open.... People started looking from behind and in front of us.... then.... just when we thought it couldn't get worse..... it happened.... the smell took over.... and then Bridget and I started gagging while trying to clean up the mess.... I feared that The situation was going to turn into the pie scene in Stand By Me.... and nobody could help us because the plane was now landing.... we had used all our resources to try and clean it up.... but gave up.... there was too much.... we decided it s best to just try and cover ourselves up with any extra blanket or piece of clothing avaiable..... to protect the sanity of those around us.... and our noses....

Needless to say.... Bridget was very glad not to have to sit by us on the plane from Houston to Omaha.... but I am pretty sure the people sitting next to each of us wondered why we smelled of vomit.....

Oh wait.... is that not what the Mile High Club is?