Sunday, December 23, 2012

Tiny Traveler and Stuff From the Home Front

We all arrived in the US late last night, safe and sound.
Everything went smoothly except for some turbulence over the Atlantic and a slight delay at takeoff because a chump sitting in the exit row tried to pull an Alec Baldwin and wouldn’t turn off his “mobile device.”  Seriously, people.

We drove from Luxembourg to Brussels and flew into Atlanta, and then to Pittsburgh and then drove an hour and a half to my parents’ house.  That’s 17 hours of drive, flight and layover time, not to mention the 6 hour time zone change.

Oh, and I’m 27 weeks pregnant.
Shawn was his usual amazing self and handled every single detail so that I could just relax.
Hannah made a friend inflight – a little French boy named Julian.
They shared markers and snacks across the aisle.
She even offered him a cracker in French, “Voulez-vous?”  Would you like…?
(We didn’t know the word for cracker in French.)
And introduced herself, “Je m’appel Hannah.” 
Then she kept calling him Monsieur Julian, which cracked me up because he was all of 6 years old.  She thinks all French people have Monsieur or Madame at the front of their name.

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At the Brussels Airport.  Ready to go to America.

Before we left, we had some fun Christmas stuff to do in Luxembourg.

Hannah visited Santa.
She didn’t seem to notice that his jeans were sticking out from the bottom of his costume, but she did ask why he was wearing tennis shoes.
I told her the elves were polishing up his boots for Christmas Eve.  Whew, quick save.

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And she had her Christmas program at school.  She’s the little elf on the far left, at the back of Santa’s sleigh. 
It may have been the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, a group of five year olds singing their little hearts out, dressed up and just so darn excited about Christmas.

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Now we’re home, but Christmas isn’t going to be the same this year.
(I have lots of other things for the blog – pregnancy updates and a bunch of silliness and nonsense, but now’s just not the time.)

My dad had his surgery about two weeks ago.
The surgery went well and the following two days were better than expected, but then some major complications set in.
He’s been in critical condition in Intensive Care for the last ten days, on a ventilator and feeding tube.  Without going into all the details, we’re in a very serious place.

But we’re praying and hoping for a miracle and still trying to have somewhat of a
“normal” Christmas around here.  That’s what my dad would want.

So thank you to all of our family and friends for the emails, text messages, FB messages, phone calls, cards, food and other favors that have helped me, my mom and sister out over the last week.  They may seem small, but they are big to us.
We cherish all of you.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Tina, I am so sorry to hear about your dad. I will be praying for all of you. (I have read all your posts lately, just been lousy at commenting.) Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope you get the miracle I know you're praying for.

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