After a short stint in Argentina, it feels great to be home with Q and Peanut (my current nickname for the baby). I always get a little separation anxiety when I am away from Quiana but it's the nature of my professional basketball career. Ironically, we were reunited yesterday on our 8-month wedding anniversary.
What is the first thing you wish isn’t sitting next to you on an 11-hour flight? A BABY! As you have correctly guessed, that’s exactly what I had on my journey back to New York. I have to admit that she was a cute baby. She looked a little like an Olson Twin back when they were on Full House.
“Michelle Tanner’s” mother was preoccupied with her older, more rambunctious offspring, giving “M.T” free-reigned to annoy me. At first M.T. was cute and playing peek-a-boo with me but immediately after take-off she turned into a nightmare. Whenever I was able to fall asleep, I would be awakened by an ear-piercing squeal. Sometimes she would place her drool-laced hands on my arm, thinking she was reaching for her mother. A restful flight it was not.
Although I was happy to come back home, it was bittersweet because of the winter storm rolling through NYC. Forty-eight hours ago, I was in blue skies and sunshine. Now I’m in Winter Wonderland.
I must not complain because I am back home with Q. I’m sure we can keep each other warm. ;)