Posts Tagged Under vacation
Monkey See, Monkey Poo
It’s a good thing there are three toilets in our home. At any given time there might be three small bums occupying each one. You see we have twin girls who are three-and-a-half and a son who is four. When one has to go, inevitably they all have to go. I realize this is a huge stage in their development. I did a small dance the first time I went to Costco and didn’t have to buy diapers. I’m just wondering when they’ll be able to do it all on their own…pull down their pants, go, wipe, flush, pull up their pants, wash their hands.
They are pretty good at everything but the wipe part, which I don’t really mind that much. It’s when they are all on the potty at once yelling for me to help them, not understanding that I can only wipe one tush at a time. It’s a bit frazzling. I often wonder how Kate Gosselin handled it. Imagine six having to go at once. I hope her two older daughters weren’t into the monkey see monkey do when their siblings were potty training. Maybe they were even old enough to help. Continue… »
By Teri StevensTraveling Light
I have always loved travelling. It’s the packing I hate. What to take, what to leave behind? Will it be hot or cold, dry or rainy? Packing when I was single was bad enough, but when I had my first child it was horrific.
Looking back on my first trip abroad to Spain with my six month old daughter, I think I may possibly have been a little insane. (Okay, a lot.) Unable to persuade me that it really wasn’t sensible to pack everything but the kitchen sink, my husband had given up in a huff and gone to mow the garden, while I ran around the house like a mad thing, throwing one item after another into the five huge suitcases we were taking for a two week holiday. Yes, five cases! And the fifth bag, infamously known as ‘The Black Hole’, was massive. Not really a suitcase, more an extra-over-sized hold-all.
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Parents, Start Your Vacation
We decided to drive our Prius to Yellowstone. Our Honda Accord is bigger and has a luggage box on top, but there is something wrong with the starter. Every once in a while the key gets stuck in the ignition. I pictured us in a remote rest stop in Idaho, not being able to start the car, while a bear, or perhaps a group of irate locals incensed by our liberal bumper stickers, pounded on our back window. I decided I’d rather be crowded into our 2007 Prius. I pointed out to my spouse that we could go out for dinner at least twice while camping thanks to all the money we’d save on gas.
The kids moaned as we loaded sleeping bags where their legs could have stretched. I lost my legroom to the emergency snack bag, my backpack, and CD bag. The only person who had any legroom was my husband. Normally, he gets tired and wants me to take the wheel while he naps, but when he saw me sitting Indian style in the passenger seat, he decided to keep driving. Continue… »
