I confess I really like Wisconsin. We just got back from there yesterday. But the real fun was flying on an airplane with 2 kids.
Lara was very excited about flying, so when we got on the airplane and the engine started up, she squealed, "We're flying!!" To which I replied, amid rumbles of laughter from the other passengers, "Not yet. We're still driving." Then the plane lurched backward to pull out from the gangplank and she screamed, "We're flying!" More chuckles. I said, "Not yet. In a minute." We drove to the end of the runway, parked for a minute, and then pulled about 5 feet forward, and she yelled, "We're flying!" "Nope," said I, "but we will soon." Then the captain came on over the loudspeaker to announce that we were 11th in line for takeoff and would be off in about 12 minutes, and Lara, the whole time he was talking, kept yelling, "Could you turn that off? Turn it off!! It's too loud! Mommy, turn it off!" I couldn't explain that I had no control over the volume. I guess it was enough buildup that she was completely beside herself when the plane did actually take off, and squealed with delight even over the noise coming from Julian who was by this time screaming with anger because I couldn't walk around with him. I think the passengers were gritting their teeth and preparing for a rough ride when we finally pulled up and were in flight, Julian fell promptly asleep, and Lara settled down to watch a movie on the laptop. But there were about 25 minutes of pure tense fear that we would be lynched by those aboard the airplane.
Julian decided the second night we were there that he didn't want to sleep through the night. He woke up every hour throughout the night to nurse, and didn't want to go to anyone else. I was a walking zombie the next day, and he just wouldn't give it up. Then his nose became runny, and I discovered that he had caught a cold, poor kid. He had a boogery nose. Lara's first cold came during our last trip to Milwaukee. Weird. Anyway, by the time we left, as much as we enjoy the company of Ryan's dad and Nata and Isabelle and Babushka (Nata's mom), it was very much time to leave, just to get kids back to their own space. They both slept very well last night and are much the happier today, though Julian's cold hasn't healed all the way yet.
Which brings me to my point: I'm thinking seriously that I am not going to the wedding. I don't think I can handle both my children in a car for 18 hours and I don't want to make them miserable hopping from place to place. I also don't want Julian catching any more colds. Sorry to disappoint. I really want to go, I just don't want to go without Ryan. And he wouldn't want to even if he could, after the stress of having them both yesterday.