SkyWest's "Mullet Plane"

The Aviator took the "Mullet Plane" on his last trip across the U.S. The "Mullet Plane" is named for its classic paint scheme demonstrating the business up front and the party in the back! (Mile High BABY!)

Still Can't Tell

The Aviator has a really nice brother, who let me see my Babe. The Babe is very active but wouldn't move so that we could get the one shot we were hoping for. I guess the Babe's identity will remain a mystery for a couple more weeks. Which means there's still a chance for an Elle.

The Aviator "just knows" it's an Asher. Whatever.

Ja'-Ja' Munchkins

Well, here they are...the reason I went to Georgia. Some of my true loves.



Andy Monkey is always ready for a picture. He must have been trained.


I couldn't get a picture of Katefer with her eyes open, but I did get her great haircut and her "toothless" smile.


And, for the life of me I couldn't get Lils to smile or hold still.


Golly, I miss these munchkins already!

More Funny Stuff Here in Ja-ja!

We just finish a nice video chat with Grandaddy, who is in Spain, and Andy and Kate begin fighting (while I laugh and post the incidence on the blog).

Andy takes Rachel (Kate's special toy bear) and cackles as he runs into the bathroom and locks the door. Kate screeches, possible waking up the Lil' one and cries out:

"Andy you're ruining my life!"

I start laughing uncontrollably (except to type) and they start yelling at me.

Kate yells at Andy to leave her alone, while he counts down his charge at her. One...two...five... (good ole' Ja'ja' edumacation)

K: You're being so annoying.
A: Giggles to himself. What?

Andy now has the harmonica and in between, "Stop it, Andy. I said stop it," Andy blows the harmonica with great expression-oh, until the Lil' one wakes up crying. Errr.

You never get these kind of posts on the Southern J blog. Wha-haha-ha!

A Katism of My Own

11:30am (I don't exactly remember what we were talking about, but I remember the words that came at the end.)

M: You are the funniest gal I know.
K: Am I disgusting 'alarious?
M: Yeah you are Kate, disgusting 'alarious?
K: Are you going to write that on the log.
M: Hmm?
K: How about the blog?

11:38am (I wish I could remember all the funny stuff she says. Oh and by the way she is reading this entry aloud to me as I type. The only words she needed help with were entry and aloud. "That's because [she's] a smarty pants".)

11:41am Kate's pushing me.
M: Hey. Stop pushing.
K: Well I'm embarrassed. Every country is seeing this. (She read this line without help, too.)
K: Stop it Rie, stop it.

Okay, I'll stop.

Belly Growth

Since I really like the way Southern J narrates his blog I thought I would copy. (Don't be insulted Southern J, take it as a compliment.)

(Phone conversation, taking place on July 2)
Mel: So can you believe your wife's belly?
Aviator: She doesn't have a belly.
Mel: (Laughs) Whatever. I'm looking at her and she does.

(Sitting in my car two days later. Trying to get the Aviator to make out with me before he leaves for Denver.)
Aviator looks at my stomach and exclaims: Whoa, you really do have a belly! (Aviator laughs.) You are going to be big when you get back from Georgia.

Me: (Not laughing and he's definitely not getting any action now. Oh wait, neither am I.) Errr.