jetsetgreen

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

I’m flying up to Seattle on business tomorrow. It will be the first time I’ve flown this pregnant. My last trip as a woman in full flower was more than three years ago. I was three months along and flying back to the US from Spain. I’d been steadily emptying my stomach of everything I had ever eaten (including that green cupcake from fourth grade St. Patrick’s) for 24 hours. I was starting to get the low blood sugar shakes and needed something to drink to make my stomach settle. J went to ask the Continental Airlines flight attendant if he could grab “something to drink because my pregnant wife is really sick.”
“Sure, honey!” said the attendant, “What would you like? Beer, wine?”
“Uh, she’s pregnant, so I’m sure some orange juice will be fine.”

Maybe I should try ordering a cocktail on this flight just to see if the flight attendants still have a liberal ‘booze ‘em up’ policy for the great with child.

Speaking of the child, very early this morning I was fast asleep in bed when I heard a cheerful voice call to me in the darkness, “Manteca!”

Immediately my sleep-addled mind started processing...butter? How?

And yes, there was my kid standing next to my pillow with a cube of butter--so proud that he was able to furnish his own breakfast without my help. I pried the rapidly softening, gnawed lump out of his hands and chalked it up to another adventure.

Now I just need to find where the wrapper went.

Eh, it will turn up.

18 comments:

Rocketgirl said...

Nothing like some butter to wake up to, eh?? That kid gets me every time:)

fijiangirl said...

What is it with kids and butter? Every time a sit a beautifully prepared meal down in front of them all they want to eat is the butter! We had to lock our refrigerator because my daughter would constantly think a cube of butter was a snack the same as my son's granola bars.

Good Luck on the flight and I hope your meetings end great!

Kiki said...

SICK!

Anonymous said...

He, he, he......
We're still looking for a string cheese that Crossley misplaced while I was in the shower one morning last week. At least it's still in the wrapper......I hope.

Anonymous said...

A 7yr.old Lucky and I flew to Germany two weeks exactly from my due date with my son,to join my husband.We flew from Seattle to NY.Then on to Germany on another flight.It was scary and uncomfortable.But,Lucky was always a good traveler.

When Lucky was even younger,I was in bed asleep in the middle of the night and opened my eyes and she was standing there just looking at me.I don't know how long she had been standing there,but it felt like a long time.

Then there was the time when she was a toddler and got up before anyone and strew rice all over the shag carpet.Six years later when we went back to the house which had been rented,rice could still be heard being sucked up in the vacumn.

Then there was the cuccumber she stuffed down the toilet.....

compulsive writer said...

Butter for breakfast? Why not?

Have fun. I LOVE Seattle!

Anonymous said...

Too funny! A few years ago my kids ate a whole loaf of bread once when I accidently slept in.

Anonymous said...

water slides - that's what came to mind...when I saw "manteca".

Cheers - happy landings...

Anonymous said...

Butter, eh? Pretty gross.

Maybe flight attendants play games where they get bonus points for liquoring up pregnant women?

Anonymous said...

Sick - bite o' butter.

Tell me about The Met for dinner (or lunch). Remember to ask for Craig Summers.

Geo said...

The breakfast of champions, truly.

Good luck with your happy hour.

Rachel said...

Thanks to your suggestion, I totally bought a can of spotted dick for our company Christmas party tomorrow! YES! I'll let you know if I get fired...

Anonymous said...

My brother-in-law knew a girl who would roll a whole stick of butter in sugar and then eat it for a snack. Delish.

compulsive writer said...

Hope you are safely returned home already--I just read about the horrible storm.

I remember growing up in the northwest how we would be so excited for an inch of snow because it meant we would NOT be going to school that day. Just a little ice or snow paralyzed everyone and everything.

Now living here where we scoff at a mere foot of snow, I am usually amused. (Except when people are freezing and have no power right before Christmas.)

compulsive writer said...

Can I take back that part I said about scoffing at snow?

Anonymous said...

Too funny! Kinda gross, though. My neice's daughter likes butter too. She'll get it out of the fridge. Big finger swipes and everything. Nasty.

compulsive writer said...

Really though, the only thing between a glass of milk and that butter for breakfast is a good dose of milkfat, a pinch of salt and a whole lot of agitation.

The Walrus said...

My father eats spoonfuls of butter dipped in Golden syrup. Man, it makesme feel ill just thinking about it.
The price of eating sticks of butter? A heart operation.