So our trip to Florida. Right. I guess I should write about it before it all goes out of my head. This is probably going to end up fairly stream-of-consciousness, but that's okay. Edit:
As it turns out, I wrote this over the course of several days (3 or 4), so it might be disjointed. I'm not sure. I haven't gone back to re-read it yet because if I don't post it soon it will cease being relevant!Julian's first flight
I was really, really, really worried about Julian's first plane trip. Even a two-hour flight is boring at best. The only flights I remember from early childhood were LONG transatlantic flights on military transports which SUCKED. So I didn't have a lot of perspective. Until I really thought about how cool it was that it was Julian's first flight. I mean seriously...
- First we rode in the car, a favorite activity for any two year old, especially Julian.
- Then we parked in the garage where there were zillions of other cars to look at and we rode a bus! Hooray for buses. (What Julian didn't realize is that Eema and Abba were at that point carrying five bags and a carseat and pushing a stroller. So we weren't having as much fun as he was. Ugh)
- Then we checked in at the aiport and Julian got to see golf-cart-looking-things, and baggage cars and conveyer belts and moveable walkways. NEATO! We went through security and got to our gate with time to spare where we got to look out the windows at the construction going on and saw diggers, dumpers, and bulldozers. HOW COOL!
Honestly, by the time we got on
the plane Julian was probably done with all of it. He was tired and who can blame him? So the flight down was squirmy and whiny and exhausting. The truth is, he was not
misbehaving. But we were both tired and thus, it was not a pleasant trip. Particularly when I realized Julian needed a diaper change despite having had one in the airport before we took off. Sooooooo, Julian and I had the fun experience of doing a diaper change in the airplane bathroom. I swear those bathrooms have gotten smaller in the last ten years. Anyway, I basically had to change him on my lap and he SCREAMED AND SCREAMED AND SCREAMED AND SCREAMED. I am certain that people thought I was torturing him.
We arrived in Florida hot, exhausted, and done with the idea of relaxing for the weekend. Only, of course, to discover that Florida was even hotter. Bleh. Got the carseat installed in my dad's car without incident and we were off! Once we got to my dad's house, I ran out to pick up a couple things at Target, but didn't stay out for long.Shabbos at my dad's
Well, I can't say it was the most spiritually satisfying shabbos I've ever had. But I was able to get our food together and we had an early dinner with my Dad and he didn't raise any eyebrows about the paper plates and plastic cutlery. He had picked up some lovely fruits and vegetables for us, which was great. Seth and I had a nice salad that I made there and some food that I had picked up at Shalom's before leaving (London Broil for Seth, chicken for me, and some side dishes like portabello mushrooms and szechuan green beans). My dad and Evie are not (as you've likely gathered) Jewish, so Shabbos wasn't exactly what we think of as Shabbos, what with the TV, phone and computer usage going on, but at least we had our nice meal Friday night and Seth got to daven. I can't say it's something I really want to do often, or well, ever again, but since the main event was the Family Reunion on Saturday... staying at my dad's house was really our only option.The family arrives
Family started arriving at my father's house mid-afternoon, after the flurry of activity that my father and Evie had to get ready. Seth and I, of course, could really do nothing to help get ready since it was still shabbos. Unfortunately for me, my brother was one of the first to arrive. Many of you don't know the history with my brother,( Collapse )
Ahem. So enough of the foul language (for now). ( Collapse )