There's a storm a'brewin

Having kids is funny. Taking care of people leads to you knowing their patterns very well, and when there is a deviation from the normal, you know that something's up. Alice not having much of an appetite or having a nap, that's trouble.

I feel like an old sea captain staring out a clouds nearing the horizon and warning others about the approaching storm. Not really anything that you can do about it when it gets here, but there's a certain level of smugness knowing that you can predict a rough time.

Minor surgery

Well, they just took Isaac in to get tubes in his ears. I look calm. I was trying to calm him in his not-quite-awake state, but I'm so nervous.

I don't know how people get their kids through more complicated things other than they just don't have any choice. 

It seems pretty low risk, but I'm so nervous anyways.

Time to binge drink some coffee. 

Our little flyer and zombie

Well, we made it there (British Columbia) and back again. No one died. No child caused made me wonder if police were going to come take us off the flight. It went well.

Alice is an experienced flyer. What her favourite thing about flying is being able to sit and watch tv shows while turning off her brain. Seriously I thought that she somehow shutdown brain function.

Braaiiiins... uhh, I mean tee veeeeeee....

Now Isaac on the other hand was different. He loves the idea of flying. While we are not actually on a plane, that's all he can talk about. Our conversations today have gone like this:
Isaac: Go air port. Plane go high. Up sky. Weally wloud. Weally fast. Up up! Sky!
Me: No, we just went on a plane. Maybe for our next trip
Isaac: Pweeeeeeease!

He loved it. Well, the idea of it. Actually on the plane not so much. Especially not on the way there. He held my hand, and took it back when I was able to get him to release it, in a death grip for like the first 1.5 hours. On the way back he was a bit better. Good trip.

Smiles are easier if you use your finger to help