Many of you may know already that I flew out to Utah to spend a week with my sister Deborah, who was due to have baby #3. Dan thought I ought to take Callie and Delaney with me so that they could then be passed along to my in-laws. And so, on Saturday afternoon, I got on a plane with 3 little girls and spent the next 4 1/2 hours there!

The girls were astonishingly good. There were the usual issues, but it went much better than I ever expected. It was also randomly fun that my friend Patrea happened to be on my flight. You may not think it that random, but Patrea lives in Africa!

Delaney did very well. She didn't have to pee 4 times like her big sister, but she did need to get a stinky diaper changed. Thank goodness for Patrea! I just handed Rylee off to her on my way to the tiny bathroom and was able to change Delaney without too much trouble. I mean, without too much trouble, considering the size of an airplane bathroom with no changing table!

This picture should have been first. oops. This kid had a marvelous time in the airport. There was much running and giggling and fun. And then at the end of the flight there was the crying and unhappiness as the extreme tiredness set in.

This was Rylee's first plane ride. She is 5 and a half months old and she did great. She thought it was a lot of fun and bounced and smiled and made lots of friends. It was just those last 15 minutes, as the plane was descending that she had trouble with her ears and cried.

This is Callie and Delaney with their cousins, Sarah and Steven (Deborah's children). Deborah picked us up at the airport and we crashed at her house.

Monday evening, we drove south a few hours and met Dan's parents and handed off the girls to them (Just MY girls!). Callie has been waiting for this for weeks. She was so excited to get to spend a week with Grandma and Grandpa! I'm not sure how Delaney felt, but they both loved filling their suitcases up. This is us, heading out on our road trip!
It was so much more relaxing to have 2 less kids around! It worked out perfectly, too. As soon as we got home last night, Deborah said, "I think I may be in labor." She was. She left for the hospital an hour or so later.

This is the beautiful result! Samantha Kelly, an 8 pound, 20 inch gorgeous bundle of joy was born at 12:36 this morning! I got to go and see her at a more reasonable hour this morning and Steven and Sarah were delighted to see their mom and new sister.

I was jealous that MY baby girls never got a bow in the hospital, so the nurse brought me one for Rylee! So cute!
And that's what I am doing this week! I'm substitute mom and having a good time hanging out with my niece and nephew.