Just because...

"I declare..."

On Friday, Brad and I leave to go out of town on two back-to-back trips. First, we will be going to Tempe, Arizona, for the UGA/Arizona State game. Then, we will be headed to Maui where Brad is presenting some research at a trauma conference. I know I should be overly excited about these trips, and don't get me wrong, I am very excited...but as my fellow mothers know, I am sad about leaving my little ones (and my animals) for so long...
I have no doubts that they will be loved on and cared for beyond measure by their grandparents...but just the shear distance away that I will be from them is tearing at my heart...
All this said, I am still breastfeeding my precious little Luke and am determined (and hopeful) to continue when I get back. I have been pumping like crazy and have over 2 gallons of milk to last him while I am away (you should see my freezer!). So my pump will be travelling with me in hopes that I can keep my supply up while I am away and possibly bring some back with me...at least from the first trip to Arizona. So in anticipation of this, I checked out the rules and regulations for travelling with breast milk on an airplane. Here's what I found...
-Up until about a year ago, if you were travelling with your child, you could carry as much pumped breast milk on ice as you wanted...if you were travelling without your child, you were limited to your 3 ounce bottle that must be contained in your lovely quart sized zip-loc bag along with your other liquids (obviously logic was not a part of making this rule...if your child is with you, you don't really have a need for the stored milk)
-Today's rule states that "breast milk is allowed in reasonable quantities exceeding 3 ounces and is not required to be in a zip-top bag. Upon arrival at the security checkpoint, you must declare these items for inspection"
After reading that, Brad and I couldn't help but envision some sort of ridiculous Michael Scott type scene at security...




I declare....BREAST MILK!!!!!

GO DAWGS!!!

I realize I am a week late in posting this, but things are a little busy and blogging is low on the list. Brad and I were very fortunate to be able to go to the home opening UGA football game against GA Southern. I don't even know when the last time was I actually attended a home football game. Brad's parents were kind enough to keep the little men while we went to the game. It was probably the hottest game I have ever been to, but it was fun and brought back a lot of memories from times past...when there were no little babes to tend to, tailgating was an all day event, and I was just a college girl cheering on the dawgs with her high school sweetheart....

Pre-game picture at the house (pre-make-up for Mommy)

At the game

Meanwhile...back at the house

Where did you get that shirt?

Two of a kind

I often look at Luke and Jackson and think

"Wow, they are so different."

But then I look at pictures of the two of them and think, maybe not....

(Jackson is on the left, Luke on the right)

My precious little blessings