McDonalds

McDonalds' bathrooms are a good place to cry. They have really private stalls. The toilets flush really loudly. If they're not loud enough, you can kick in a hand dryer for good measure. There's lots of toilet paper for sopping up after.

Doodlebug continues her swath of terror across the Southwest. As she is 3, she also has uncanny radar for just how far she needs to push her mom to break her. Bumping a one year old off of a bench and running around shouting to a 1 1/2 year old that she couldn't play on anything in the McDonalds play area seemed to be the last straw. Oh yes, the "I told you! You don't tell me anything! I don't like your pants!" was also a nice touch.

Let's all bow our heads in prayer for the people sitting next to us on the flight home tomorrow. Mommy will be praying that Ana's (mostly) angel self will have returned as she will know that she is heading back to familiar turf. If not, you might want to look for me at the nearest Austin Mickey D's...