The kids and I are leaving this afternoon to fly to Houston for seven days. And then we get to fly back! By ourselves! Me and two kids! YAY!! I'm not really worried about the OKC airport. I'm more worried about flying out of Houston where there are lots of business travelers who will be trying to make it home. The stupidest thing (and anyone that has flown with kids knows this) is that security has to look in the kids' shoes also. So you're standing there on trying to get a stroller, two bags, three pairs of shoes, and your jewelery on a conveyor belt while making sure that you don't lose track of two small children, figure out why IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IS THE STUPID METAL DETECTOR GOING OFF and you're doing all in socked feet. Or barefoot. And your kids are barefoot. If I'm lucky, they'll flag my belongings to do a search.

I'm sure after that little rant, I'm on some government watch list (Hi President Obama! If you're reading this, can I get my stimulus money in cash? kthnxbye.).

The good thing about going to my parents' house is that I get taken care of for a week. When I go to my mom's house she does my laundry, cooks and does everything for me. But when she comes here, she still does my laundry, cooks and cleans my house from top to bottom. I'll have to raise Kendall so that she comes to my house one day and cooks and cleans for me.

I probably won't post while I'm down there because I won't have a laptop or anything. But never fear! I'll be face booking it up. If you haven't friended me yet, do so.

So until next week, I'll leave you with this little nugget: Cason was letting the dog out the other day and he told her, "Sunny, go outside! Go poop! But don't eat it." Wise words. Wise words.