Two to go, People.

FoH and I flew from Cincinnati to D.C., while Le BF and Brother drove.

There was no way I was about to spend 8+ hours in a car with a toddler. Power to those of you that can and do road trips with babies and toddlers. I applaud you. Ya’ll are my Beyonce’s.

I’m just not cut out for that kind of stress. Plus I thought it would be a good segway into the France flight for FoH {and myself}.

Our first flight leg went great. Though as luck would have it, just as FoH announced he had to, pee pee bad mommy, the flight attendant announced, we regret to inform you that our lavatory is not working.

Everyone within five rows ahead and behind me had to have heard the panicked, oh sweet jesus, I let out.

I asked FoH if he could hold it and wait till we landed but I knew what that answer would be. If he knew the word hell, I’m certain that would have proceeded his, no.

So I got up, asked for a bag, took FoH into the bathroom and boom — kid peed immediately. Then stuck his hands in the toilet. Just typing that gives me the shudders.

The sink also wasn’t working, the flight attendants didn’t have hand sanitizer so I made a general announcement {read : plea} and a nice passenger lent me some.

The bonus of flying into D.C.? We got to spend the evening with The Littles! FoH pretty much thinks his cousins are gods and he walks around literally in awe of them, trailing behind and {trying} to repeat every single word they say.

It’s awesome. Family is awesome. Travel is awesome. Life for that matter, too.