How to get your child on a routine.

Leave for a week and have your mother in law do it  for you ;) 

Kyler's Mom came down for a whole week to tend Jett during my glamorous sewing vacation. I love her for that and I think it is safe to say Jett is in love with her for that. He even gave her the double hand wave when we talked to her on skype yesterday. When ever I ask him if he wants to talk to grandma he grabs a granola bar, brush , remote or anything that slightly resembles a cell phone and puts it up to his ear and walks around saying Hi, Hi, Hiiiii. That my friends is love.

Jett did fantastic without me. I did not quite so fantastic with out him. I blinked back tears anytime I thought about him as I sewed away on my little pfaff machine.  But at the same time it was the fastest week of my life and a wonderful break from worrying and wiping little noses and wiping the other glamorous things  that the title "motherhood" implies. 

Needless to say when our plane arrived in the Salt Lake City airport I was really hoping that Kyler didn't listen to me and that he and Jett would be their to surprise me (oh yeah I really missed my hunk of a husband too.)

He listened....

We arrived home just shy of 10:30p.m. I wanted so badly to run up stairs a scoop my baby boy in my arms and kiss his chubby little cheeks.

This is what we call self control. I didn't.

Then the inevitable happened. Kyler grabbed me my both shoulders and with a pleading look in his eyes told me to "please do not nurse him, put him in bed with us or in the shower with you, I finally am able to give him a bath again. We got him on such a great routine."

This is what baths looked like before I left....

Kyler was asking me to promise away every bad habit bonding experience that I had with my baby. I reluctantly agreed. 

Needless to say I was anxious to hold him. At 5:30 a.m. I woke up and waited a solid hour before I heard the familiar cry bellowing from Jett's room. Letting everyone in ear shot know that he was awake. 

I sprinted up the stairs and swung open the door. Only to see his sleepy squinted eyes suddenly become large with surprise. In one step I was to him. I wrapped my arm around him and my heart rejoiced when he did the same. Then he became extremely angry. violently swinging his arms and legs trying desperately  to get down as I made my way down the stair case. I handed him to Kyler who was still in bed. Jett was suddenly calmed. He laid his head on his Dad's chest while I laid mine next to his.

He turned his head so he couldn't see me.

I kept smiling at him and saying it is me Mama. I could feel hot tears sting my eyes.

Was he just mad or could he honestly forgotten me after a week? (I realize my thoughts were so super un-rational but I feel a need to own them :)

I moved my head over so that we could make eye contact. He has his Dad's eyes in the way that when I stare into them I feel like they are penetrating to my very soul. Like they are always thinking. 

I had to fight from feeling guilty. I mean I think every mother is entitled to a break and will likely be a better mother because of it. 

Then it happened, Jett stuck out his chubby little finger and let me touch it....(haha)

Then suddenly all was well in the Johnson house hold. 

Sisters Sewing Week

Remember our sister weekend in Salt Lake City last year? Our sister weekend this year was just like that trip but on steroids. All seven of us sisters packed our bags and kissed and hugged and kissed our little families goodbye and set off on a trip of a life time. 

We were on our way to Huntsville  Alabama for Martha Pullens School of Art Fashion A.K.A  seven days of sewing camp gone wild! I was completely enamored/infatuated/smitten with their southern accents, it took all my self control not to pick one right up. Every person that we met was so sweet and down to earth and that my friends was just the icing on the cake :)

Top 10 highlights of our sisters week.

1. Candi settling into her seat next to a solider on our last flight. Trying to be polite and make small talk she mentioned what a long day she had had. He asked her where she was flying  from. She told him she had flown all the way from Utah. He said he was coming home  from his deployment in Iraq.

I couldn't stop lauging actually as I am typing this I am still laughing. I guess they were both tired haha.

2. Seven sisters and a Mom sporting not only matching necklaces but housecoats...

3. Taking turns flaunting Hillary's beautiful baby Shayne and loving when ladies would approach us and say with the most perfect southern draw "what a beautiful baby! She looks just like her Mama." Turns out baby Shayne looks just like every one of us :)

4. Having a dessert (and someone else's) with every meal and not even thinking twice about it (until I got home and saw the most awpaulling number on my scale) 

5. The hairspray and compliments that were flying in the air every morning before we made a mad dash to breakfast. If any of our love buckets weren't full before we came I am sure they were over flowing when we left. It turns out that I have a cute style, jewelry, eyebrows, sewer, shoes ect... just one of the many reasons me and my ego love sisters weekend. 

6. Sitting in the hot tub before bed.....what? it helps all of us sleep better :)

7. We laughed until it hurt....

8. Then we laughed some more.

9.The sweden hunk Urban Zundt heheh. The Justin Bieber equivalent for the senior citizen sewing crowd. Lets just say somehow that man was able to pull off a shirt with two big green dragons embroidered on the back....

10. Last but not least learning a new skill and leaving with the confidence to take on the world, one garment at a time.

left Korin showing off her ironing skills Right my Madres good friend Wendy

Thank you Madre for one heck of a trip!!! And not to mention memories that I am sure will last a life time!  You are the best! Just ask any of us ;)

And of course a group shot with Thee Martha Pullen. She is the Oprah Winfrey of  the sewing community. And look who is head to head with her!!!

I really, really love my sisters.