JINX…not just a childhood game anymore!

Jinx:
N.
1. A condition or period of bad luck that appears to have been caused by a specific person or thing.

Yesterday after a rather uneventful day, Brian turns to me and says: “Do you realize that Ethan was good ALL day? He had no tantrums, he didn’t fight sleep for his nap or bedtime and he was well behaved at meeting. To top it off he was actually asleep at a decent hour!”

Enter the Jinx. Guess who woke up at 11:45pm and again around 3am? Guess who had temper tantrums all day.
FUN!

Diapers and Wipes and Potty Training - Oh My!

About two weeks ago potty training started. Ethan really really wanted to sit on the big potty like mommy and daddy does. So we strip off the pants and undo the diaper and sit him up there.

Now for quite some time we've had a little potty in the bathroom that he loved to play with. He'd sit on it when I used the "big potty" and he'd put toys in it, he'd take the bucket part out and put it on his head...all kinds of fun stuff to do! Thank goodness he never actually used it for a potty.
But it's one of those nifty kinds that converts to a step stool when they start moving on. So we broke it down so he could use the step stool part of it to get on and off the "big boy potty."

This has been a huge learning experience for all of us. Probably me most of all, at least more than Ethan. He's got this thing down:
Step 1: Grab and point to crotch until mommy notices, then point to the bathroom and say bath.
Step 2: Run yelling and laughing into the bathroom and move step stool in place. Wait for mommy to catch up and strip me down.
Step 3: Have mommy help me onto the potty.
Step 4: *Sigh* Remind mommy to turn on the fan, hand me my tp and a magazine all with points and grunts...remember to be exasperated if she doesn't understand or forgets.
Step 5: Throw magazine down and demand another until all magazines have been read.
Step 6: Jump off toilet, grab stool, position in front of sink. Wait for mommy to wash my hands.
Step 7: Hands wet, no pants...QUICK run out of bathroom as fast as I can before mommy catches me. Enter "toddler temper" mode when she does.
Step 8: Pee on mommy while she tries to diaper me.

Need I say more?

Old McDonald Had a Farm...

...and so does our neighbor.

We had a late start to the day yesterday so, in the interest of making the meeting rather than scumming to the desire to stay home, we rushed around and actually got all three of ourselves out the door and on time...but no breakfast. Needless to say after enduring a very long morning meeting with a cranky, active and hungry toddler we headed straight home.

Now we know our neighbors, we like them. We also know that they have a rooster, something like 20 hens and a baby cow. Normally, these animals are penned up and even quiet. So often, out of sight, out of mind.

That said, let me set the scene: Mom is sitting on the couch, finally enjoying her coffee (Yes I can't believe I made it thru the morning without my daily dose either!), Kid is running around like a chicken with his head cut off, and wonderful Dad is making lunch for the family. He looks up ever so casually out the kitchen window and...

"HEY, there's a cow in our yard!"

What the...? I jump up, run to the window and sure enough there's a cow. So I think, hey lets go see what Ethan thinks of a big cow. We scramble into our shoes and out the door and meet the Moo-Thing. Now I know nothing about cows, except that they taste good and wear even better, oh yeah and they poop big! So picture us: we're outside with no knowledge of what to expect but we're having a swell time talking to this cow that decided to come for a visit.

Brian's inside on the phone calling all the numbers we have for the neighbors to let them know they had an escapee, then comes out to join in the fun.

So we start talking to the cow and wandering down the driveway. The cow follows. "This is great! We can take her home," I think. "You're sweet, but please don't poop in our driveway," Brian thinks. "Yeah, I'm outside," Ethan thinks. What profound thoughts.

Anyway to make this story short, she follows us all the way home, but not into her pen. The wife neighbor comes out and confesses she knows nothing about how to handle the cow, but hubby is on his way. Now again, I know nothing about cows. But this cow is big. Not fully grown mind you, only six months old and probably about 400 lbs big though! Yikes, thank goodness there were no potty issues. So we stand around and visit and help keep "Sweet Baby" aka "Sweetie" home. Hubby arrives and Sweetie starts braying. She loves her daddy.

Ethan meanwhile, has done it again. Made another woman fall in love with him. This kid...what a flirt. He's playing the "look at me I'm cute card" and we're sharing some neighborly time. It was nice to visit and I suppose I learned something: Cows are chickens! No its true! Ethan scared the poor cow. Quite amusing actually.

Guess it goes to show you just never know what might happen or who might show up.

Disneyland: the Gay-est Place on Earth

Most people who know me know that I'm moderately anti-Disney. Without getting into a lengthy explanation, it's due mostly to a shift in focus in the 90's from making entertainment to making money.

However, this post is not a diatribe against Disney but rather about my cousin and I taking our children to Disneyland for the first time. Yesterday, we went to Disneyland.

Every parent and child needs to experience the rite of passage known as "Disneyland" at least once. For the child because it really is a children-oriented place, designed for entertaining them and, the parents, for the experience of trying to keep a child happy while you are progressively becoming less so and of paying $3.75 for a bottle of water.

We'd made plans to go over a month ago but none of us thought to check the park schedule of events because yesterday was their 10th annual gay day celebration. On that day, gay & lesbian persons are invited to attend and show their pride by wearing red shirts. This is, apparently, a very popular occasion because it seemed like, at least, a third of the people there were wearing red shirts.

I'm not going to criticize anyone - what people do with their lives is their own business. However, for a strait person, attending with their family, arriving in the middle of this event was very surprising.

The funny thing was that this particular weekend was also the middle of baseball playoffs and football games. The USC Trojans (football) and the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (baseball) had games yesterday and their colors are predominately red. Those being Southern California teams, it was inevitable that some people would be showing their team spirit by wearing team shirts.

Red team shirts + gay day = some embarrassed people. I'm glad no one in our party had worn red.

Normally, I wouldn't have gone to Disneyland but I wanted to take the kids. And I had a surprisingly good time. The lines were ridiculously long and the kids were fidgety but it turned out alright. Score half a point for Disney.

Photos at Huntington Library

On Friday we met up with a friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time and who has become a professional photographer.

We've never had family photos taken so, before we left on our trip, I contacted my friend to see if she'd be interested in photographing us. She was so, we met up at Huntington Library.

Such a beautiful place. Next time we're down, we'd like to spend a day there without an agenda so that we can see the exhibits and the rest of the grounds.

My cousin and her daughter came with us so we got some great photos of the kids playing.

It was a nice day and I was very, very happy that everything turned out so well.

If you're ever in the Los Angeles area and in need of a photographer, you should contact Images by Desirée. She's very good.

Number One in Customer Satisfaction? Really?

Let me tell you a little story about the last flight we took and the adventures we had.

First, a little background: We live in Washington State and were going to a cousin's wedding in Tahoe. (I could blog about the wedding but this is a public forum and I think I'll keep my comments private.) From Tahoe we were going to travel to Southern California to visit family and friends.

Anyway, we normally fly on Alaska Airlines - most of the family does and I have my mileage program with them. The problem was that, though we could fly from Seattle to Reno, Alaska doesn't fly from Reno to Burbank so, we were forced to fly with someone else. I thought, "Hey, Southwest flies the route we need, they apparently have great customer satisfaction (they sure boast about it enough) and they have good prices so let's go with them."

Mistake! (as sung by the opera guy in Scrubs season 2, ep 5)

So, our flight leaves Reno at 2:30 so we get there in plenty of time. Upon check-in, our troubles start. For one thing, all the agents are surly. The woman "helping" us was rude and made us feel like criminals because we didn't have our son's birth certificate. In her eyes, we appeared to, either, be trying to cheat the airline by trying to pass off our son as younger than two years-old (which he is and, thus, doesn't have to pay) or kidnappers trying to skip town with their prey. She actually called our pediatrician to verify his age.

Who flies with their children's birth certificates? I mean, come on, really?

(At this point I must comment that, since the early years, the TSA has really gotten their act together and, if you follow the rules, it's a piece of cake to get through security. Their staff always seems friendly and helpful too.)

Once we got past that ordeal, we arrived at the gate to find that the flight was delayed until 3:00. Then it was until 3:10. At that point, they seem to have given up updating the boards because we actually didn't leave until around 3:30. We also found out that our flight to Burbank stopped in Oakland first (a fact that wasn't evident when I booked the ticket).

So, we get to Oakland, everyone for Burbank starts getting comfortable (our son, who normally sleeps on planes is still asleep) and then the captain gets on the PA and announces that, since the flight was so late, the plane has been reallocated to Denver. Everyone needs to get off or they'll end up in Denver. He doesn't know what they'll do with us but we need to go to gate 23 to find out.

So, we all grumble and curse under our breath (which, over the next few hours, becomes a regular thing), retrieve our belongings and deplane. The worst thing for us was interrupting our son's nap because we knew that he wouldn't go back to sleep. Any parent knows that you never, never, interrupt a child's nap unless you have no other option.

Once we get to gate 23, we're told that we need to go to gate 29. Now, we arrived at gate 20, we go to 23 then on to 29 - that's clear on the other side of the airport - a very long distance with a grouchy toddler who insists on being carried.

At gate 29 we wait. There are already passengers there for another flight so it's hard to find seats. Finally, we find out that our flight is scheduled to leave at 4:50 but, at 4:40 there's not even a plane at the gate. Eventually, it shows up and we leave at about 5:15. I must say that we appreciated that they let all the Burbank passengers board first.

At Burbank, we had the horrible experience of seeing the baggage carousel eventually stop without ever seeing our luggage.

So, about 20 angry people crowd into the Southwest baggage claim office to find out what's going on. Apparently, though the plane was redirected to Denver, no one told the baggage handlers what plane to put our stuff on so it was still sitting in Oakland and would be on the next flight to Burbank.

Unfortunately for us, we could not go to our destination and let them bring our bags to us because we had checked our son's car seat. No car seat, no driving. We ended up waiting until about 7:20 for the bags from the other plane to arrive.

Now we had our bags but we needed to rent a car. The rental place is on the other side of the airport so we had to hoof all of our bags and a cranky, hungry, little boy all that way, through the car exhaust and smokers in the heat. By the time we rented the car, took the shuttle to where the car was and got to where we were staying, it was about 9:00 - over three hours later than it should have been.

How were we compensated for all of this? A lousy $50 travel voucher... on Southwest... to be used within a year.

Why would I travel on Southwest again after all this? We could have gotten a more valuable voucher but the moron who checked our bags in Reno registered them all on one ticket. So, since (technically) only one passenger's bags were lost, only that passenger was compensated.

The moral of this story? Don't travel with kids. Pack light. Carry on your bags. Oh, and don't fly Southwest.

Travel Induced Insanity

You ever notice how, when you go on vacation, that there's this mad rush of activity before you actually leave your home? You're so frantic to get things packed, bills paid, pets taken care of, house cleaned, etc., that you almost want to just call the whole thing off. And if you have kids, it's all compounded by an order of magnitude.

That's how we are right now.

It doesn't make sense - reasonable people should be able to prepare ahead. But, it just doesn't work that way - not unless you have duplicates of everything you own. This is going to sound totally geeky but, we have a "travel list" that lists everything that we need to pack. It's been refined for many, many years and, if we follow it, we don't have to worry that we've forgotten anything. However, even with the list, you still need to wear clothes, you still need your toothbrush and shaving razor. Much cannot be packed until the night before and some, only just before you actually leave.

So, even with time-saving measures, you still end up running around like the proverbial headless chicken until you walk out the door.

Once you put your bags in the car, you stand there, at your door, silent for a while, mentally going over everything to make sure that you haven't forgotten anything. And, once you lock your door, get in the car and back out of the driveway, it's as if you've dropped a letter in the mailbox: there's no turning back. Heaven help you if you've forgotten anything because you're just going to have to deal with it - I'm not turning the car around. We'll buy a new one when we get there.

Rainy Day

Yesterday was a very rainy and windy day; "Blustery" as Winnie the Pooh would say. Today looks to be no different.

Grey skies, wind, rain... Fall is definitely here.

I love it.

Yes, I'm one of those sick freaks who loves winter in the Northwest. One of the reasons that I moved back to Washington from Los Angeles was that I couldn't stand the unvarying sunshine and heat. I know that some people thrive on weather like that (my dad), but not me - it drives me crazy.

Ironically, while I complain about Southern California weather here, in a few days we'll be visiting family and friends there. We're going to have our first family portraits taken so, I hope the weather is nice for that.

I wonder if the rain will follow us...