December 20 07

After the longest day in the world…left the house at 9:30, stopped in Niagara Falls to finish up all of Isabella’s American-izing paperwork, stopped in Buffalo for lunch and some shopping, our flight landed in Atlanta at 9:00pm and the kids finally were all asleep by 11:15. i was asleep by 11:17.

Isabella decided that yesterday was the day she was going to be fully toilet-trained. good choice, Isabella. We weren’t 20 miles out of Toronto when she started with her “i needa make a pee! i needa make a pee!” so we found out first Tim Hortons. and then we found our second, and then our third. She and I visited at least 12 bathrooms – successfully - yesterday, some of them nice (hello cheesecake factory! i love you and your gorgeous family bathroom!alas, now i love you even more…)

and some were vomit-inducing. I’m very happy that she’s decided to do this…but she’s very small, and still needs lots of help balancing on the seat…which for a person who is germy in general….is enough to cause panic attacks and heart palpitations. At first i thought it was just a game to her…and reason for us to stop the car. for her to get some attentions. but then i realized that she was actually doing her business every time i took her. also…how could i say no?? “sorry, Isabella, i WANT you to use your pull-up” doesn’t exactly seem right…

the kids were actually really well behaved on the flight. i got the two-seater (SCORE!) that i shared with Emily for the first half of the flight and i shared with Josh the second half of the flight. They were both angels. i DID have to play my fair share of

but it was well worth it. and josh even told me my Princess Leia skills were “totally cool”

BUT…i have this thing about personal space. i like mine. perhaps more than most people like theirs. but somehow, on our over-full flight, they put all the families at the back. there were about 7 families with kids and it was all back of the bus for us. somewhere along the line, a mother allowed her three-year-old daughter (who speaks NO English, mind you) to roam free on the plane. and just where did she roam??? ALL. OVER. ME. i felt a little Jerry Seinfeld meets the close-talker…

i swear. she kept coming over and talking to me in complete gibberish and then touching my glasses and my arms and then she tried to sit in my lap. i so wish i was kidding. and her mom was all, “oh, hahahaha” yeah – i’m not laughing. i’m praying. praying that this child has no communicable diseases to speak of…because if she did, i’m surely going to be acquiring them. but how do you get a child off of you? i didn’t really want to physically remove this strange child from my space…but what to do? she was all smiley and giggly and obviously in love with me.

(note #1: my stepmom has agreed to share her Reese Cups Recipe with y’all. i promise to post it at some point today. They are actually relatively easy to make…and also heavenly. she also makes homemade almond joys…and they are quite good too. just not the same peanut-buttery goodness of the reese cups.

note #2: also…yes, her kitchen is to die for. and she’s completely redone the ENTIRE thing since the last time i was here (in August) and it’s even more beautiful. I’ll post pictures of that too.)

for now, i have to run. my daughter needs to pee. once again.

come on over to Juice today. It’s Thursday….and i’ll be making some weekly recommendations ;)

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  1. Why are strange children drawn to the people who are most uncomfortable having strange children in their space? I think they sense something. And I don’t think it only applies to kids. I’m terrified of mascot things with unusually large heads…and every sporting event or children’s show I attend I end up with one on my lap eating my sunflower seeds. Now I wish I was the one kidding!

    Yay for Isabella potty training!! I have a 3yo who knows exactly what he’s doing and he’d rather not waste time going to the potty.

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    Comment by AJ on December 20, 2007
  2. If my husband comes home to find me in a peanut-butter-cup-induced sugar coma, I shall print our her recipe for him to find.

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    Comment by AndreAnna on December 20, 2007
  3. Well I’m glad you made it with sanity in tact. You get a gold star for that!

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    Comment by Miss on December 20, 2007
  4. I’m so glad the trip was bearable.
    Matt decided on the way to Vermont that he wanted to toilet train – on the via train. That was so much fun.
    And, I think they need to invent a spray that you spray on toilet seats to sanitize them. I’ve thought that for awhile now.

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    Comment by Laural on December 20, 2007
  5. It would also make me uncomfortable if a stranger let their child crawl all over me. I like kids and all. But when I’m already being crawled on by my own kids, I certainly don’t need an extra one tagging along for the ride!

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    Comment by Shannon on December 20, 2007
  6. yay for bella!glad that the kids were good on your trip down to Atlanta…

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    Comment by LAVENDULA on December 20, 2007
  7. Oh, I so feel your pain about the ever.single.Tim Horton’s pee stops! Been there and done that many times!!!
    The bunny still can’t balance on a regular sized toilet seat (not even at home). I’m a bit of a germaphobe, so I actually have one of those folding portable potty seats and let me tell you, it has paid off! A million times!!! Especially when #2 is involved or really disgusting bathrooms (which there are way too many of out there–I think we’ve found every.single.one!).
    Have a great holiday and glad to see you are still blogging!

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    Comment by Multi-tasking Mommy on December 20, 2007
  8. For toileting purposes I’m happy to have boys. When they were first pottying I would have to hoist them up under their arms so their little peckers wouldn’t touch the toilet bowl in public washrooms. Thankfully they’re tall enough that it’s not a concern – unless it’s the wheelchair accessible stall.

    We also have quite the collection of Galactic Heroes. C3PO totally bothered Alex b/c he’s disassembled so I had to crazy glue him together to please my son. I suppose there’s no chance of losing half his body or an arm now..

    Enjoy the holidays with your family !

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    Comment by Lesley on December 20, 2007
  9. wow .. like you didn’t have enough kids to handle with THREE of your own .. that mom must have been on crack.
    thankyou.thankyou.thankyou .. look forward to the recipe. And sorry .. I keep referring to your step-mom as your mom, but .. my step-kids wouldn’t mind so I hope you don’t either :)
    I cannot believe your (step)mom would have ANYTHING to re-do in that kitchen. can’t wait to see the pictures…

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    Comment by Sarah on December 21, 2007
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