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Or, “why my weekend sucked”

Traveling with 2 toddlers with flight changes = Pain in the ass.

Grogreen fell down, busted her head, went briefly unconscious, went to hospital via ambulance from Pawhuska to Bartlesville (Osage and oil country - Northern Oklahoma), she fell again the next day, her eyes are still tracking sideways and she is bloody and bruised all over. She is 90, so these things don’t heal very fast either.

The reunion happened, crazy relatives got in fights, told inappropriate stories, got drunk, etc. A number of us caught a nasty and painful stomach bug, had to get meds and stay in bed.

We missed our flight home, had to buy new tickets.

Meanwhile Rosy had her baby 3 weeks early (Her name is Mariana, she is gorgeous. Photos to come shortly) while we were gone so Bodhi & Clio were stuck in the house for two days alone. Had to scramble to find day care for the week until 3 relatives (Angelica, Maria and cousin Callie) arriving on Thursday to help out (we do not have enough beds).

Was SO ready to be back at work. Not kidding at all.

Is it just me, or did anyone else think that when “Christian” the lion ran towards the 70s dudes that they were going to get mauled? And if so, did anyone else laugh? I need therapy.

testing out the flickr to word press feature. took this short clip today when i got home from work using a “flip” camera i got today.

My kids are relatively well-behaved on planes. They don’t so much as drop a raisin without picking it up. They don’t spill their juice. They don’t scream and cry. They basically sit and either color in coloring books or watch Diego on the portable dvd player. So why do I have to listen to assholes complain about kids on planes every time I fly? That includes at least 2 flight attendants on the last flight. Are people generally misanthropes? Because I agree, people do suck.

Some people just don’t like children, or, more specifically, don’t like sitting near them on planes. They like to complain about them loudly so that the poor parent has to hear their pathetic muttering. If you are one of those, I have news for you, you suck worse.

A parent, having just had to deal with transporting luggage for three persons with no extra hands but needing to hold the hands of two small ones, ticketing counters, security checkpoints (all staffed by seeming misanthropes) where backpacks are rifled through, dvd players taken out, tiny shoes taken off and put back on, hurrying through crowded terminals with slow walkers (or carrying one, 3 backpacks and holding the hand of the other), much less trying to take a bathroom pit stop with two kids running in different directions (including unlocking the stall door and running out through the terminal), does not need to hear you snort loudly or glare over your newspaper every time the kids gets excited at the sight of a blue airplane (wook mama, bue airpame!) on the tarmac or the fact that the seat belt sign just lit up. God forbid something happens to make the kid CRY.

Just because I have two of them doesn’t mean I enjoy the sound of small kids whining, crying and screaming either. But your snide remarks and evil glares don’t encourage me to do anything about it. You are more insufferable than they are because you, presumably, can control your behavior. Kids are people too, last I checked, and if you don’t like people, stay off airplanes. Jerk.

Caleb just told me some jokes inspired by a very cool wooden boat with balloon that Huned gave the boys:

“boats don’t fly!” HAAAA!!

“boats don’t eat lunch!” HAAA!!

“boats don’t have penises” ??!

He thought it was hilarious. But wtf? How and why do kids come up with this stuff?