Crybaby

I'm not one who uses the word "hate" a lot, but I really do hate crying kids on an airplane! And I don't mean your crying kids, I mean mine! I'm not quite sure why others kids crying doesn't bother me, maybe it's because I feel for them and their parents and so totally understand. However, that compassion stops when it comes to my own kids whining and throwing a fit in tight, confined spaces. Evan and Anna finally fell asleep the last 1 1/2 hour of the plane ride. Woohoo!!And what is up with this cranky dude?? He's putting his hands up in the air during take off (because that's what we do) and giving me the grouchiest of all grouchy looks--Memo to Evan--hey, that's my signature face, don't try to steal it!!
And funny Evan story from today...We went to dinner with all of the Kunz family (minus Ali--the soon to be newest member and reason why we are out here) at the Training Table where you order your food from your table on a telephone. During dinner, I see Evan come strolling up next to Rob (nothing seemed out of the ordinary). Rob didn't see him and then all of a sudden Evan just went "Blahhh" puking on Rob, the chair, himself and the floor. Poor Evan (and Rob)...not sure if he's really "sick" or if he'd swallowed too much pool water or eaten too much food. Tomorrow will tell...(hope I'm not the only one who thought this was funny or maybe I'm just a girl with a sick sense of humor...").