The Happier We'll Be

We have just returned from a 10-day trip to the Motherland, that is, the land where my mother lives. That's right, folks - the heart of cow-and-oil country (with a side of redneckery for good measure). The main event, as you probably gathered from my last post, was the wedding of my brother and his lovely bride. However, it didn't occur to us just how difficult living in a bungalow with 10 occupants could be, or how the chaos generated by hosting a wedding celebration would indeed NOT give my wife and me a break from our children. Vacation? Not really what I'd call it. Sure, I didn't go to work for seven days, but I'm glad to be back at home where chaos still reigns, but at least I recognize the furniture.

So now we're back, and trying to settle back into our everyday life, which will be in a state of upheaval as of …… NOW, as we begin to pack up our house and move to the suburbs (or a "Traditional Stopping Place", if you're from these parts) at the end of the month.

A few things I learned over the past 10 days:
1. Older son can go 12 hours after his afternoon nap without sleeping, if given enough DVD, book, and in-flight satellite television* activity.
2. If #1 happens, he'll immediately crash upon arrival at destination and completely avoid jet lag. (This is a very good thing.)
3. My Spanish is abysmal. The more I try to speak it, the more French comes out.
4. Because of #3, I could not communicate very well with 3/10 of the occupants of my mother's house.
5. Mexicans are night-owls. (Blinding generalization aside, the only time I saw our south-of-the-American-border housemates was between the hours of 11:00 AM and 10:00 PM)
6. Oreos and chocolate milk apparently are suitable breakfast foods.
7. When one is planning to get married, one ought to read through the vows to avoid stammering and asking the JP to repeat the speaking lines.
8. You can lose 30 lbs and feel good, but still look chubby when standing next to your lanky, wiry-framed brother.
9. If I hear "The More We Get Together" one more time, I may hunt down Raffi and bludgeon him to death with his own guitar. Aikendrum? I can deal with. But not that other infernal song.
10. Through some very good translation, I learned during yesterdays goodbyes that I have a "home in Mexico", which is pretty damn special if you ask me. Opportunities like this don't happen to your average whitebread, WASPy Canadian.
11. Western Canadian cheddar cheese is more expensive, but the milk is half the price. What gives?
12. My wife and my two boys are wonderful. (OK, I didn't just learn this. But it's true, and I was reminded of this fact countless times.)
13. Some people are disgustingly creative when it comes to being crafty and design-y. Blech.
14. Watching my mother try to explain why Older Son can't open his miniature umbrella in the house is quite amusing. "Go ahead, mom. Tell him why!"


I'll get some pictures posted soon, once I figure out which tuxedo pictures don't make me look bloated.

*WestJet's in-flight satellite TV saved my bacon. That and the Treehouse channel.

Posted bythemikestand at 9:01 AM  

8 stepped up to the mike:

packetman said... 11:34 AM, July 20, 2006  
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Dustin said... 11:35 AM, July 20, 2006  

11. Western Canadian cheddar cheese is more expensive, but the milk is half the price. What gives?

I've often wondered about this too in terms of New England. You'd think that the two would be linked, but nooooo....

Christine said... 8:56 AM, July 21, 2006  

i got this link from sadie's site. enjoyed looking at your blog!

and i haven't been brave enough to take our children on a plane. others have, grandparents always have more courage, but not I.

Jessica said... 11:27 AM, July 21, 2006  

"Red neckery"....*snort*!

Sassy said... 4:09 PM, July 21, 2006  

There's a "Treehouse Channel?" Do I even want to know?

themikestand said... 4:45 PM, July 21, 2006  

Christine: thanks for stopping by!

Sassy: Yep -- http://www.treehousetv.com/

The only place for Dora and the Backyardigans (the latter who I secretly love.) Fun fun fun!

Megan said... 10:54 AM, July 24, 2006  

Sounds like you had an interesting time. :)
That is funny about the French/Spanish. The same happened to me when I first started learning French. Now I don't think I could manage more than Hola. Commo estas?
The apple pie had to be re-cooked. Sigh. I made another today, I hope it turns out better.
Have a good week.

jenB said... 5:39 AM, July 26, 2006  

dude. why didn't you call me?

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