SISTERS!

I was fortunate enough to get to spend the last 5 weeks with my sisters! It was so awesome! Aren't they gorgeous? I'm the oldest of all the siblings, but we're really close in age. My mom had 6 kids in 7 years. My sister to the left of me, with brown hair, is the baby of the family and she'll be turning 25 in just a couple of weeks. So we had a crazy fun time!

While I was with them I got to watch two of the coolest movies out right now! I never thought I'd say it but both 17 Again and Hannah Montana's new movie were AWESOME! I didn't really have high expectations for either of them, but I loved them both! My sisters did too!

I do warn any woman who watches 17 Again though, you will come out of that theater with a huge ol' crush on Zac Efron. You mock me, but just remember, I warned you. That boy pulled it off. The greatest thing about 17 Again was it had an amazingly hilarious script and perfect comic timing! I was laughing so hard I was crying at points--well, we all were. Everyone in that theater! And then we all cried too. So, um yeah, you giggle, squeal, laugh and cry--and fall in love with a 21 year old! (yes, he's legal girls!)

Now what I loved about the Hannah Montana Best of Both World's Movie was that it was so touching and real. I think that yeah, there were scenes there that were geared for the younger audience and were silly, but all in all the message was incredible. An amazing story and message for teens and families everywhere. It hit me hardest because I feel as though I'm on the brink of something big in my life and I'm incredibly homesick all at the same time. I don't think the critics are being fair to this movie. It is awesome and I recommend it to anyone who loves the feel good family movies. Thanks Disney for putting movies like this out there! We need more!

PS now that I've watched the movie can I just say that the music video I added below "The Climb" has even more meaning to me now. When she sung it in the movie I just cried and cried. LOVE IT!

OK. Side a note. Please, please be patient with me. Many of you know I'm having a terrible time with blogger right now. I'm even contemplating closing down this blog and opening another--which will make me soo sad! But there are whole days that i can't get on at all. I'm having the hardest time reading your blogs--not because I don't want to but because I can't open them up! And usually I can't even comment on my own blog in response to your wonderful comments. Today was the exception. I was able to make it over to most of your blogs. I feel completely dreadful about this and I totally feel like I'm not holding my own in the blog world. You know the saying, do unto others as you would have them do unto you... yeah, well, I'm letting you down! and I'm so sorry! I'll be moving from the UK in about 6 weeks. It may just be my location and if that's it, then I'll keep this up. Just know that I totally value and appreciate each and everyone of you. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. I know how hard it is sometimes! LOL! Ok lots of times, if you are me. I love you all! Please be patient with me.

PS Also if you would like to make it easier for me to comment on your blogs (No promises) go to your settings and change your comment section to including the box and also take off the word verification. For some reason I'm having better luck with the blogs that have no word verification and I don't have to open the comments into another window to respond. Other people might be having the same problem too...?

Can we say Birth Control, anyone?

So I was reading my sister blog about her baby daughter’s poop issues, and as I was commenting on her blog, I was reminded of this story. And since it’s in the spirit of Halloween and all, I thought I would scare you all big time. Hmm... Maybe I’ll title this blog Birth Control. LOL!

When my oldest son was a baby he had the strangest habit of only pooping once a week. And what an explosion it was! Seriously nasty! Thank goodness I breastfed the baby! I cannot begin to imagine what formula fed-once-a-week-poop would’ve been like! ACK! Well, because it was once a week, we had it down to a science. On Sunday evenings we knew to watch out! Literally. Some nights the lil’ pumpkin would spend hours in an empty bathtub playing with his toys. We lived in Phoenix. It was warm. We could do this. At the very least he spent his evening on a towel and had yucky old clothes on. I cannot begin to tell you how many outfits this tyke went through before we caught on it was on a certain day! LOL! I did mention he was my first right? So onto the story…

There we were—my hubby and I--on a normal Saturday afternoon minding our own very unsuspecting business. --So we happened to be in an airplane travelling home from Florida. And never mind the fact that we paid extra, to fly on a Saturday, so we wouldn’t have to deal with our son's lovely Sunday eruption as we travelled home. Oh no, seriously, it was no big deal when we first caught wind of his erm… windiness—that first sign he gave us that we were about to really regret bringing him with us at all. I mean, it’s cool. Mark and I were both adults. We’d had our son a whole 7 months by then and were definitely experts in the art of babycare. What we couldn’t depend upon was the reactions of the people around us!

Oh, to be a fly on the wall when my hubby and I both panicked and realized our little sweet cherub was about to turn the happy narrow airplane into a scene from a horror film. And then it happened. Just like that. Quicker than usual. Just as my hubby was reaching down to grab the diaper bag so I could flee to the bathroom—my son giggled once and then the volcano detonated. Large quantities of squishy orange-greenish mass shot out of the back of my son’s diaper, and up and out of the top of his onesie and shirt, down the ends of his cute little overalls and all over us. I mean, ALL OVER US. And the seat. And the back of the seat in front of us. And the window. We were a mess. We were a huge mess. A huge, nasty, scary, groady, mess.

As quickly as I could, I unfastened my slimy seat belt, grabbed the coated diaper bag and headed for the itty bitty bathroom. Except there was one flaw here. One small flaw. Okay, two (There was no changing table in the bathroom, so I had to work in front of it in the aisle, on the floor) but the one I’m referring to, was one very feminine gay male flight attendant who thought it expedient to scream in shock and horror when he first beheld me and my son coming towards him. Now the other flight attendants were all mothers and absolutely wonderful! And amazingly efficient in helping me. It’s just the one guy—girl wannabe—I could have cheerfully strangled with my dirty hands had he slowed down long enough for me to get at him.

But no, I wasn’t that lucky! The man literally ran up and down the aisle screaming the Lord’s name in terror, arms flailing wildly in the air from side to side as he ran. Now if that wasn’t enough each time he would get to the front of the plane, he would--I don’t know think to himself he could help?—and then come tearing back down the aisle to see me try and take care of the mess. This repeated at least three times. So helpful. You have no idea.
Now I don’t know about you, but the second someone starts gagging that’s it for me. I tell you, I’m gagging to. This was not the time for that man—on his latest run back down the aisle--to start gagging and fluttering his hands about, looking like some demented chicken! I was barely hanging in there as it was! Was there no professionalism here people? Don’t they train you to be able to handle all kinds of emergencies? For crying out loud!

Needless to say, I lost it. Yes, under pressure with a poopy baby, stinky airplane, no room to deal with it, and a whole slew of travelers positive I was hijacking the plane and gonna kill them all! Yes, at that moment I wanted to condemn every gay man that thought a woman would ever look that stupid.

“Will you knock it off??? PLEASE! Seriously! Do you see me? Do you? I’m a woman! Yes! ME! You know why, I know this? I gave birth to this monster, okay!?! And let me tell you, I have never acted as demented as you are right now! Now suck it up! If you think you’re gonna pass in this world as a woman, then boy you better stop acting like a MAN and Deal WITH THIS as a WOMAN would!”

So he was a little huffy when he stormed off. At least the screaming, flailing, running and gagging stopped. And just for the record, I do have a heart… Much later as we were leaving the plane and I saw him sniffling and wiping his eyes in the corner, I did apologize. Not that he acknowledged me. In fact he stubbornly turned his head away. But, hey, I tried, right? Sheez!