I went to Europe. Day 1

Thats right. I did. And it was AWESOME! I went with my D-Pi.

 And we had fun.

Our first stop was London. Sort-of.

The first thing we did when we were on a different continent was eat. It was breakfast time and we were in Victoria Station, so we went to a restaurant, and ordered an English Breakfast. It was GROSS. I ate the beans (ummm, beans. With breakfast?) I don't think Deanna ate anything. Then we searched the entire station for a place to store our backpacks overnight. It was confusing because the signs said "left luggage" And in out american heads that was like a lost-and-found for luggage, not a place where people left their luggage...

It was the first day, so give us a break!

So then we jumped on a bus that we almost missed because we had to figure out how to pay for the bathrooms, thank goodness the bus driver stopped in the middle of the street and let us on! We drove for forever until we got to Stanstead airport, and flew to Krakow Poland. 

(Polish money)

Even though we were in a non-English speaking country we found our very first hostel with no problem, except that we got there at about midnight Poland time, and when I pulled on the door to open it, it would not budge. So I pulled, and pulled. And nothing happened. So I knocked and rang the doorbell. Deanna even tried to call the number that we were given and there was no answer. We were tired, and girls, and american, and in a foreign city all alone on our very first night. We were scared. Then, out of nowhere, another backpacker (I could tell he was a backpacker because he had on a backpack) walked up to us, and went up to the demon door, and without even looking in our direction, he pushed the door open and walked right in. PUSH. Apparently in Poland you push the doors, not pull. So after Deanna and I laughed for a while, and she made fun of me for not even trying to PUSH the freaking door, we made our way up to the hostel. We did not take a picture of it :( But it was pretty shady. Although we did not know it at the time. We were hungry (like always) so we ran to get pizza. Even though we were in Poland...but it was late, and the only place open that was close. Then we went back to go to bed. It was a tiny room, with 4 sets of bunk beds against the walls. I had a bottom bunk and D was on the top bunk. There were two older men from Spain, and an Asian couple sharing our room. We really did not talk to them since it was so late. 

So we went to bed. It was a good first day of travel. 

:)

My sister...

...is MARRIED!?!?!?!?!?

Ummmm. Homegirl is only 15 months older than me. 15 months. Which means... if I want to follow in her footsteps, I would need to, find a babydaddy. Get knocked up, and get married all by Christmas 2012.

Good thing I want to be nothing like my big sister.

But anyway.

She had a wedding. A tiny wedding...but still nice.

I decided to fly into Chicago and surprise her.

She cried. And then called her almost-husband an ass. Because she has class. ;)She has a lot of things, like a really cute baby. 

And he loves his Auntie <3

As a wedding gift I brought her to get her hair done. Because I am an awesome sister ;)

And then we went to her wedding. And we were only a little late.

So, long story short, she got married, and we had a little party. I offered to keep my nephew that night so I could spoil him...and ended up with my little punk of a brother too.

So we left a little early and went to my older brother and sister-in-laws house.

I think she is gonna have their baby like 3 months ago. My new little niece (hopefully) in there is a biiiigggg baby!

I got to see a few friends/family while I was home. Including Carey and Alex, who are basically my family. I met them when Alex was 7. My little punk brother is 7. And Alex is old now. Like an adult. It kinda makes me uncomfortable. He is TALL. It's weird.

But I still love him. He is still my sweet little Al-Pal. And Aidan loved him too.

I'm back. Maybe.

Dylan has Croup. And Elissa is in Amsterdam. Which means fun times for me! I am a sick person, and love it when my babies get sick. Because they stay still, and let me snuggle them. But it also means that Dylan gets to sleep with me. And he hits. And kicks. And coughs. And breaths. Loudly. So really it means that Dylan sleeps and I hope he will stay still and be quiet. And then when he gets still and quiet and I poke him to make him move, and to hear him breath. It's a vicious cycle.

If you get sick in our house, this is how your day goes.

You get juice anytime. In a cool new cup your

nanny bought you.

You get to watch Little Bear more than just after nap

time. (because

your nanny needs a early nap)

You get woken up many times throughout the night and

have to sit in the bathroom. Which your nanny LOVES. Not.

You have to sit alone while your nanny tries to blind you while

taking pictures of you in the dark.

And yes. You get to wear your jammies all day/night long. And so

does your nanny. Cuz that's how we roll.