tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post8889062117755503869..comments2023-09-19T11:02:50.976-04:00Comments on Ob/Gyn Kenobi: Feliz Naviblahdr. whoo?http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315615480530297472noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-16513106861078077902007-12-27T21:23:00.000-05:002007-12-27T21:23:00.000-05:00See, I had this insane urge to fly home with my fo...See, I had this insane urge to fly home with my four children (the oldest of whom is 5) and then decided that my brain was addled by too much pregnancy and not enough sleep so I went to lie down in a dark room until it passed. And that was only a 2 hour flight!!!! I can't say the 10 hour drive would be any better though. <BR/><BR/>Hoping you and the Whoo's had a very Merry Christmas and that your pager was indeed silent.CNHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17478646527089888684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-45378133129587101142007-12-23T22:56:00.000-05:002007-12-23T22:56:00.000-05:00Merry Christmas, hope Santa is good to everybody i...Merry Christmas, hope Santa is good to everybody in Whoville. And the best present he could bring you is next year the family comes to you. And stays in a hotel. Or maybe you can leave them at home and stay in the hotel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-1455303736244964402007-12-21T13:02:00.000-05:002007-12-21T13:02:00.000-05:00hullo dr whoo! sounds like a terrible trip. but i'...hullo dr whoo! sounds like a terrible trip. but i'm glad you made it safe and sound! :) merry christmas! :)ditzydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03008315483151243641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-4335365312661684852007-12-17T21:19:00.000-05:002007-12-17T21:19:00.000-05:00I hope the moral of this story ISN'T that when you...I hope the moral of this story ISN'T that when you went to return you found that your flight was cancelled because you had been a no-show on the last connection.<BR/><BR/>Some nightmare's never end.<BR/><BR/>Overall you did very well though. Traveling with snacks is very important when traveling with children.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-49899406778359294152007-12-16T23:39:00.000-05:002007-12-16T23:39:00.000-05:00OMG, I thought this stuff only happened to me:) I...OMG, I thought this stuff only happened to me:) <BR/>I just stumbled across your blog & love it!<BR/>I am also the mother of two, boys ages 7 months and 5 yrs. I also work in healthcare, but I am a hospital pharmacist. <BR/>Hope you had a great Thanksgiving after all the "fun" of travelling:)<BR/>Or at least a good stiff drink when you got to your destination!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-30184911611191096752007-12-16T21:42:00.000-05:002007-12-16T21:42:00.000-05:00OMG - I just peed laughing. Now, I do have a nast...OMG - I just peed laughing. Now, I do have a nasty case of urge incontinence, true, but this was quite amusing. <BR/><BR/>And it also made me wonder what the hell we are thinking trying to have another baby. Just got Son out of diapers and now we want to do it all again? <BR/><BR/>Yep, we do. We definitely do. :)Fat Doctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09672076019531106668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-50146338670142003642007-12-16T16:03:00.000-05:002007-12-16T16:03:00.000-05:00Oh my. What a wretched, wretched trip. That is E...Oh my. What a wretched, wretched trip. That is EXACTLY the reason I refuse to fly alone with my children. I have told my parents that I have no problems flying out to visit them--but someone has to come out and fly with me so I have help on the aircraft. Having one child in my lap and a potty-trained almost three-year old, there is NO way I can manage myself. What do I do if she needs to go to the bathroom? What do I do with the baby? Or if I have to pee? What do I do with the children? Uh uh. I think you were incredibly brave to go it alone. And I am sorry it went so badly.Not Afraid to Use Ithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622378209801018927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-58085603283380685622007-12-16T13:25:00.000-05:002007-12-16T13:25:00.000-05:00That my friend deserves a medal...That my friend deserves a medal...Beanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11833350697176145908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-70931816235493641692007-12-15T21:12:00.000-05:002007-12-15T21:12:00.000-05:00And I thought MY T-Giving was bad, starting with a...And I thought MY T-Giving was bad, starting with a flat tire and including one kid spewing vomit all over my mom and dad's bathroom (a 15 year old kid--and do you know how much he'd eaten that day??? I do!!!), two days later, daughter throwing up all over mom and dad's car (there was at least an inch of vomit on the floor . . . thank goodness my perfectionist grandpa helped clean it up) and that night my niece coming down with the same thing!My sister and I decided to drive home anyway, before WE got whatever it is and were STUCK at mom and dad's (did I forget to mention my have-to-control-every-move sister and drunken brother-in-law?). After 8 stops in the first three hours for various kids to spew various excretions from various orifices, we DID get home . . . I got sick about 12 hrs. later and so did my sister but AT LEAST WE WERE HOME!<BR/><BR/>I do hope your vacation improved after you got to your destination . . . !!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-90280649935348725702007-12-15T16:07:00.000-05:002007-12-15T16:07:00.000-05:00That is a pretty impressive travel nightmare tale!...That is a pretty impressive travel nightmare tale!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03014428763907795171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146535.post-83916366468519169752007-12-15T15:15:00.000-05:002007-12-15T15:15:00.000-05:00Bless your heart, honey. Next year just tell 'em ...Bless your heart, honey. Next year just tell 'em to come to you, you'll have two little children for heaven's sake! And put the family in a hotel if necessary (or better yet, go their yourself and hide out from them). If you really play your cards right you can arrange to be on call--the kids won't care, they're so little they'll think Christmas is whenever you tell 'em it is. This is the voice of experience, I have 2 grown daughters 15 months apart. Being on call for the holidays isn't always bad.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com