Betty Angela’s Life

The trip to the airport was weird. It was dark and I’m afraid of the dark, but Mommy an Daddy were both in the backseat with me, so I didn’t fuss too much. Then the next thing I knew it was light out and we were at the airport! Yes, again! I’ve travelled more in 2009 than a lot of adults I know.

Anywho, I like airports b/c there are a lot of people and I like to people watch. But I don’t really like lines, b/c they’re boring. And we waited in one long line, then we switched to a less long line. Then the line for security was so long that we had to wait in an outside corridor for 30 minutes and it was cold and I was hungry and hey, why was at this stoopid airport when I could be at home in my crib dreaming about pears and formula (Mommy weaned me a couple of weeks ago) in my warm room?

So I melted down and mommy picked me up, but then when we got to through security, mommy put me down again, so I really started screaming. But then daddy threw a burp cloth over my face and said, “Where’s Betty?” so I had to stop crying and concentrate on removing the burp cloth, b/c it’s a well known fact that if you can’t see people then they can’t see you.

Anyway, I wasn’t happy, but Mommy fed me pears at the gate before we boarded. Then I chewed on the string of her jacket and I felt much, much better. So really the point of this whole post is that if you’re in a rotten mood, you should eat something, then chew on a piece of your mommy’s clothing. It always works for me.

Here are a couple of pictures of me right before I melted down. If I look cold, that’s because I was — and chewing on the blanket didn’t help much…. FYI if you thought gumming things solved every problem. Most problems, yes. But it’s pretty ineffectual against the cold.