When in doubt, DONUTS!

Today I traded my mom for a box of donuts and it was awesome.  Muuuuhahahahaha!  Or Mwaaahahahaha!  I don't really know how that's spelled.

First, you have to understand that we lived within 3 hours of both grandparents until Sebastian was almost two, so he got used to seeing either Grandma or Nonnie for at least one weekend per month.  Then we moved to Oklahoma and those visits became few and far between.  We've had both sets of grandparents out and we've been able to visit them three times in the last year and a half, but we all miss being closer.

Second, we had a bad experience dropping Nonnie off at the airport before.  Aaron's mom had visited a month before and, though Sebastian was really geared up about the airplanes at the airport, he was very confused when we left without Grandma.  We pulled up to the airport with Nonnie and he immediately went into hysterics: "No!  No airplane!  No, Nonnie NO!"  Fifteen minutes later, he had flailed and screamed himself to sleep.  It was horrible.  

For the end of this trip, I arranged for an early flight both to get my mom home before the afternoon and to avoid the trauma at the airport.  In the last few days, I regretted it because I hate the idea of him waking up in the morning to find Nonnie gone, kind of like a reverse Christmas.  A few days ago, we started talking about Nonnie going home, but at bedtime last night he was worried about whether he should go back to her house or go to school and see his friends.  He was so upset we dropped it.  

Taking my mom to the airport was easy, as dropping people off at the airport at 5 AM usually is.  As she disappeared inside, I sighed, thinking about the kids' reactions when they woke up.  Audrey would be confused, but Sebastian would be a whole other matter.  He's not a morning person in the first place, so I was sure the tantrum that awaited me was going to be epic.  

Then, on the way home, there was a moment of true serendipity as a light shone directly in my eye, a stroke of brilliance from Heaven or the OPEN sign on the donut shop I know not.  I would have to face the children, that much was inevitable, but surely a half dozen donuts - with some strategically chosen sprinkle specimens - could save the day!

Sorry Nonnie had to go home, kids, but look!  A DONUT!

Mission accomplished.