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Mama, who is crap?

Yes, so I said "Crap!" out loud and Lucas, my 7-year old asked me who that was...so I had to explain that I used that term as an expression of frustration. My innocent Lucas. But it reminds me that I need to be careful about what I say in front of my baby parrot, Liam. I will be undertaking, the highly inadvisable, stress-inducing, international-flight-with-lap-child come the end of the month, and I expect that I will be inclined to use much stronger terms as I hustle through 2 airplane changes, customs and immigration.

It will be 6 years since I was last in Trinidad and while I am excited to be back home, I cannot help but feel some degree of trepidation about the visit. Don't get me wrong, if it was just me, no problem, but I have a vague sense of unease about exposing my very American-sounding and American-looking children to a third world country in this present climate. It is very difficult to explain to anyone who has not been outside the United States how much anti-American sentiments exist or even why. The kids are also going to be in for extreme culture shock (well, mostly Lucas, Liam won't care or know any different). Hopefully there will be enough water to bathe and at least we have air-conditioning at night!

In preparation for the trip, I've been busy making a photobook for my dad. It has totally consumed all my spare time (including my blogging time), but at last it is done. Naturally, as soon as I ordered it I saw changes I wished I'd made, but I am done. Right now, I am expending my brain cells on trying to figure out how I am going to fit all the stuff for the flight in one rucksack. Diapers, blanket and lovey pretty much fills it up, I have no clue how I will fit toys, games, books and oh yeah, food for the day! So far though I'm thinking small flash light, bouncy ball, paper, markers, stickers...I'll let you know how it works out.

So I may actually have pictures to post from Trinidad while I am there or when I get back. Wish me luck!

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Anonymous said…
The other day - my little one said "this finger is for a bad word"
God, they know too much
25 March 2009 at 15:39
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