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Friday
Oct272006
Coming at you from British Columbia
October 27, 2006
I'm totally excited about the fact that the Leaf baby has arrived at the conclusion that six o'clock is the perfect time to rise and shine. It makes my day. You know, because I didn't like getting up and having a little time to myself much anyways.
(Although, he is awful cuddly in the morning, and bringing a warm kissy-faced baby into bed is a good way to way up. Until he starts clawing at your nose.)
So, I dropped my superstar husband off at the SeaTac airport yesterday, and he's on his way to Israel. I think it's hilarious that he has ten hours in London, and he's meeting our friend Adam there, and they'll fly together the rest of the way. They're going to hang out, but the funny part is that they're going to the museum. "Why the museum?" I asked. "Because it's free," my superstar husband replied. We travel on a tight budget, we do.
We had a bit of a disagreement about who got to take the camera with him/her. It could be that I attempted to physically snatch it out of his hands, while I hissed, "It's mine. You can't have it." I almost added, "My precioussss," but I caught myself and in the end he took it. He'll get some good pictures. I really wanted to show you the beautiful doll that Rebeca made for Kenya, with her very own hands, which she gave to her when we stayed at her house on the way down, but I'll have to wait until I have a camera.
I learned a few things, since life is all about learning, on our trip.
Traveling with kids means driving past the good gas prices because you don't want the baby to wake up since he FINALLY went to sleep and we will keep him sleeping at any cost. Even ten cents a gallon, that kind of cost. Even twenty.
Traveling with kids means that your son MAY act as if he doesn't know you when the immigration officer is trying to make sure that he's really your son. She may say, "Who's this?" and point at you, and then your ornery son may shrug and hide his face, as if to say, "I have no idea who this woman is, or why she's kidnapping me and bringing me to Canada."
Traveling with kids means that one of your son's shoes may become MIA, and for the rest of the trip you will not be able to find it. He will have NO clue what happened to it.
I also learned that it is indeed possible to go on a two day road trip and NOT EAT ANY FAST FOOD! We have overcome. It's so tempting to just go through a drive through when you're trying to make tracks and you have such a long way to go, but it really is possible! We did it!
(Although, he is awful cuddly in the morning, and bringing a warm kissy-faced baby into bed is a good way to way up. Until he starts clawing at your nose.)
So, I dropped my superstar husband off at the SeaTac airport yesterday, and he's on his way to Israel. I think it's hilarious that he has ten hours in London, and he's meeting our friend Adam there, and they'll fly together the rest of the way. They're going to hang out, but the funny part is that they're going to the museum. "Why the museum?" I asked. "Because it's free," my superstar husband replied. We travel on a tight budget, we do.
We had a bit of a disagreement about who got to take the camera with him/her. It could be that I attempted to physically snatch it out of his hands, while I hissed, "It's mine. You can't have it." I almost added, "My precioussss," but I caught myself and in the end he took it. He'll get some good pictures. I really wanted to show you the beautiful doll that Rebeca made for Kenya, with her very own hands, which she gave to her when we stayed at her house on the way down, but I'll have to wait until I have a camera.
I learned a few things, since life is all about learning, on our trip.
Traveling with kids means driving past the good gas prices because you don't want the baby to wake up since he FINALLY went to sleep and we will keep him sleeping at any cost. Even ten cents a gallon, that kind of cost. Even twenty.
Traveling with kids means that your son MAY act as if he doesn't know you when the immigration officer is trying to make sure that he's really your son. She may say, "Who's this?" and point at you, and then your ornery son may shrug and hide his face, as if to say, "I have no idea who this woman is, or why she's kidnapping me and bringing me to Canada."
Traveling with kids means that one of your son's shoes may become MIA, and for the rest of the trip you will not be able to find it. He will have NO clue what happened to it.
I also learned that it is indeed possible to go on a two day road trip and NOT EAT ANY FAST FOOD! We have overcome. It's so tempting to just go through a drive through when you're trying to make tracks and you have such a long way to go, but it really is possible! We did it!
Reader Comments (6)
I love the British Museum- I think I could have spent days there if we didn't have with us a fifteen month old who wanted to run around and yell and do the sort of things fifteen month old boys like to do. Hardly appropriate museum behaviour. Lucky Chinua.
It was great to see you again. Glad you made it through!
Please tell me how you did it! We are driving from TX to CA in a few weeks, and we always stop at Carl's Jr. and other gross places...gas stations and the like. Please save me from this fate. Help! Thank you! Denise
Sounds like it's interesting to travel with young children!
That's great that you all were able to skip stopping for fast food! I really don't care too much for most fastfood either.
That's cool that your husband is traveling to Israel and London! Hope he has a great trip!
thank you for this blog. it is like a lifeline to me. i love you, love you, love you!!!!
chin
Gee, I can't resist stopping for fast food when only 10 minutes from home! It's usually just a cappuchino though, so it doesn't count, right?
Hey Rachel,
Glad you're back with your great mom! Tell her hi from me. You've been on my mind a lot lately, and I thought I'd e you and ask for a little "official" update to share with our home group who still pray for you and we'd like to pray for you guys this weekend. Have a great time in the wack.
jenine basaraba