Oklahoma 2008

Last week, we flew to Oklahoma to meet Baby Logan and to see my sister and her family. For the weeks leading up to it, the girls would talk to my sisters every day, making plans about what they would do when they got together.

And, they had a ball. While we were wandering around the Will Rogers International Airport (which, by the way, is smaller than my high school), J and I looked at the girls and then I suggested that we sneak off on a flight to the Caribbean because I don’t think we would have been missed even for a second. The Beans had their aunts. They had their cousin. They had Uncle Map. They were shy for a full thirty seconds and then they remembered that these women were the ones who call them every day and sometimes magically appear on Momma’s computer to wave hello and to sing a song with them. This was Jack’s home - the home of their hero, their buddy, their cousin. This was Baby Logan, the one they had been waiting for, the one who was in Reesa’s belly and then wasn’t. So, they decided to put up their feet and stay awhile.

We went to the Wildlife Refuge, the Oklahoma City Zoo and to one of Jack’s baseball games. The rest of the time was spent at home…or Sonic. I found the love of my life there, you see. A Diet Coke with a shot of vanilla. I’ve tasted heaven and it’s a thousand miles, roundtrip.

Pie proved yet again that she is a born caretaker. I’m thinking she’ll either be a rock star or a nurse when she grows up. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Logan, except to play Guitar Hero.

Peanut wasn’t as taken with LoLo but it was only because she’s just like me. Babies scare me. I forget that I had two at the same time. It took me some time to even hold him and once I got around to it, I was still sure that he was absolutely annoyed with me. Peanut kept her distance as well, only coming close enough to give him a peck on the forehead and to determine that he stinks. (She has a strong sense of smell. Everything insults her nose, so you can only imagine what she was like at the zoo.) She was appalled when she helped Dada change his diaper, peering into it an announcing to everyone that he has a boo-boo. I knew she would be shocked by what she saw and warned everyone in advance, but it didn’t stop us from laughing when she simultaneously pointed and cringed.

The plane rides, their second, were thankfully uneventful. Like before, I worried that, as soon as we boarded, we would be met with angry stares and angrier Beans, but we received nothing of the sort. J and I assigned ourselves a girl prior to the trip and we armed ourselves with new toys and two spiffy new sippy cups to distract them. We barely needed them on the way there and didn’t need them at all on the way back, as the four of us drifted to sleep as soon as the flight attendant brought us our requested blankets. On the way there, the girls were each busy looking out their own windows and marveling at the clouds around them. It was only when we began our descent that I began to get a little bit nervous. Not because they began crying, but because they began teasing each other and bursting into peals of laughter that vibrated throughout the fifty passenger jet. It was contagious though and everyone around us peered to see what was so funny and chuckled to themselves to see that it was absolutely nothing except for a couple of giddy sisters, excited about their new adventure.

This weekend, back at home and into our routine, A was bored. I was talking to them about what we should do that afternoon for fun and A promptly suggested from her car seat, “Let’s go to Reesa’s house!” A stellar review if I ever heard one.