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Nov 25, 2009


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Great tips! We travel w/ a huge box fan that we set on HIGH while the kids are sleeping to keep anyone else from waking them up. It's been a huge help. (We also use it at home too, so it's a familiar sound)


Lol. This brings a lot of the earlier trips back. The best was when the 3 month old slept in an open suitcase on the floor of the closet and my husband and I each slept in twins with a toddler apiece. All I can say is bring your own pack and play, the ones pple will borrow for you can A.not appear. B be so ancient its just not safe no matter how much duct tape a friend offers.


ugh, we attempted one night with all 4 of us in a room... yeah, wont be doing that again. my toddler who usually sleeps great, woke up every time my 6 month old did, which was about 6 times in 8 hours. miserable. we'll have to figure out something before Christmas. :/

jean grow

We just had the worst visit yet... and thank God that our uncle has a love for children, a sense of peace during life's messy moments, and a great sense of humor! (I'm not joking... the horror here is understated, but not for the faint of heart.)

Just before we left, my older twin said "no Tom house, mommy house" and I thought "oh my, he doesn't like it here, or maybe I just do a good job at making peaceful days at home" and then the puke happened... right down to puking that yellow bile that says nothing more can come up... turns out home is just a better place to be sick. And then I found out how big-boy swim trunks (the twins' favorite potty-training priviledge, all day every day) can have a strainer-effect... and this was all over my uncle's kitchen counter top! Just as I was retching, trying to strip off my pukey dress shirt to cradle the eldest into the bathroom without dripping... my uncle walks through calmly, gives me a supportive, loving smile (without any concern for his kitchen) and goes outside to smoke his cigar! Oh, what I wouldn't have given for him to smoke it inside and cover up that stench! By the time he came back in a few minutes later, the Clorox was doing its job and Gabe was happily bathing in baking soda.

This was before the screaming daiper rash... three kids under three and a snowy pass between us and home. God bless Uncle Tom and his Christmas gift of studded tires!

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