Well hello there folks. It’s mama bear writing this week’s re-cap. Haven’t written on here in quite some time! This week, I packed up the boys and headed back to the great tundra of the north for a much needed extended weekend with my parents and gramme e. The boys were rockstar travelers on the plane rides here; what an adventure! Will was SUCH a big boy and even sat in his own row on the flight from Minny to Bizo. I tell ya what, though, the sub-arctic temperatures sure made men out of the boys. Windchill of -37! Yikes. It was so cold that when we threw warm water out the door it evaporated. We couldn’t go sledding or do any fun outdoor activities due to the cold, but the boys have had a wonderful time nonetheless; it’s always so nice to be back home. And Tucker and Matt came over from Fargo as well, which was definitely a treat for us all. The boys have been so busy playing piano, getting their hair cut, listening to their new iPods (thanks Grampa and gramma! Will has been listening to The Frozen soundtrack nonstop!), trying out stilts, eating Space Aliens, and spending lots of time at the kids science museum with gramma. We head back to Seattle tomorrow – what a great trip it has been – it’s always so bitter-sweet saying good-bye.
Also, this week, I found out that the boys had never seen a bubble blown out of bubble gum. You know, it’s one of those things I hadn’t really thought about before, until I blew a bubble and both boys immediately fell silent and their jaws dropped to the FLOOR. They both stayed in my face for like 30 minutes. Ha! What fun. They also built a super rad race track with daddy.
I’ll leave you with one short snippet from our time on the plane. Picture that we are at the very back of the plane, all three of us across one row. Fast-forward, Will has to go to the bathroom. You know, it’s funny how, at four and a half, I still encounter new situations where I kind of have to roll through different scenarios to figure out the logistics of how I’m going to accomplish a relatively straight-forward task, but with two kids. Alrighty, sure thing, let’s all go. Drink carts had just come by, so it blocked our way to the back of the plane. Front of the plane? Beautiful. Why not. Up we go, walking up the aisle, all three of us bumping our way up to the front. I open the door to the bathroom and holy sh*t, those bathrooms are so, so very small. How are we all going to fit in there? Can I even maneuver to get their pants off I wonder? Will we spray everywhere? God, I hope they only have to go #1. How will I de-germify them upon exit? No turbulence, no turbulence, no turbulence. And so on. So in we go, Oliver in, Will in, me in… nope, not going to fit. Let’s try a different position. Will in, Oliver in, me in… nope, not that either. OK. Everyone out. I close the toilet lid. Will in – on the toilet. Oliver in, me in. Success! As I closed us in, I happen to glance out and the faces of the first row passengers were amazing. Ok. We’re in. W is on the toilet with his pants down. O is dancing. I’m already sweating. Ok, Will, you know, just kind of jump onto me and hang like a koala, so I can lift the lid up and then you can go potty. Oliver! Ew! Ew! Ew! Don’t touch that!! Or lick it! Half-way through Will’s potty, he announces his intention for #2. Great. Finally, Oliver has started unrolling all the toilet paper, so I sit him on the half sink, holding him up with my knee, while I’m bent over to double-check Will’s wiping handiwork. While Oliver is emptying the soap into the sink, Will figures out how to flush. BLEW. HIS. MIND. The noise, the color, THE POWER. And then basically from then on, all that was talked about was #2 and flushing; every detail about this experience, every combination about possible future experiences, and a myriad of ‘what ifs’ to change up certain variables. Also, a reminder, gentle readers, we are still only 50% done with the bathroom. Oliver still has to go…. 25 minutes later, as we all stream out of the bathroom like something out of Mary Poppins’ bag, I oddly feel on top of the world. Dang if I didn’t have a proud swagger to my step as I rolled past the other passengers, giving them a waft of bathroom deodorizer that was sure to have seeped into our clothes.
Wish us luck tomorrow!