WHEW!! Man is that a relief. I don't ever want to be sitting by the front door sweating the Fedex man's arrival like we did for Jackson's trips. Poor Lance says he's overcome by nausea every time he sees a Russian visa after the "Great Russian Visa Incident of 2006" when he botched the dates.
Alrighty, we are one step closer to traveling and this makes it seems more like a reality. Well, this and the four lists my husband sent me this morning reminding me of all the stuff we need to get done! When Lance gets nervous, he makes lists. Currently, he has four... five if you count the list he has to keep track of his lists. When I get nervous, I don't sleep. I've been operating on 3-4 hours of sleep a night for the last couple of weeks or so.
I took a Unisom last night and was able to get a full nights sleep, but woke up this morning all dried out and hung over feeling. It's almost not worth it, you know?
We got to meet a lovely family yesterday that lives in our town. Her little guys are from Russia, her oldest has been home for a little over three years and her youngest just came home in June 2009. They're both so cute and sweet. However, as she chased the littlest one hither and yon all over the play place I was reminded that my days as a "remote control" Mommy are going to be over for a while.
Now, when we go somewhere, all I have to do is make eye contact with Jack and give him the "come here" sign. He runs right over and give me a nice, polite "Yes, Mommy?" See, remote control! The new little guy is going to require me running right behind him to keep him from killing himself, just like Jack did when he was little. ~sigh~ Does this give you ANY clue as to how lazy I am?
Now back to the other little guy... as he was playing, she scooped him up and gave him the patented Mommy Bootie Sniff to confirm that the hideous odor she noted (not that I did) was indeed coming from little man's bottom. Awww, MAN!! I forgot all about diapers!! I'm gonna have to change diapers again!! Do you know how much I HATE changing poopy diapers? The day Jack trained to poop in the toilet was declared a National holiday in our home. Crap... I can't believe I forgot about poopy diapers (no pun intended).
That's all the news that is news around here today...