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We’re in Baltimore.  I remembered my camera, but I forgot the cord to upload pictures.  So, a pictoral post will have to wait until we get back to Nebraska.

It’s been a great trip so far.  The kids did great in the airplanes and airports, and are very excited to ride in the very back of the rental Tahoe.  It’s an 8 seater, and they love it.

But really.  I have made some observations during this trip that are worth noting.

1. Am I the only one that just can’t seem to get auto sensors to work properly?  I have troubles getting toilets to flush automatically.  I have troubles getting automatic doors to open when I enter retail stores.  So much that sometimes I nearly run into the door.  I have trouble getting automatic sensors to turn the water on in public restrooms…  And it seems I don’t ever see anyone else having the trouble I have…

2. The flight attendant on the flight from Minneapois to Baltimore was truly a moron.  The couple in front of us had a baby - maybe 11 months - who cried for the first 40 minutes of the flight as her parents tried in vain to find something to console her.  Finally, a DVD worked.  She was happily watching the DVD when the moron flight attendant came over and told the parents that they would need to use a headset with the DVD player because the sound was carrying all over the plane (as he rudely waved his hands in the air to signal “all over” the plane, and sort of rolled his eyes vocally).  FOR REAL?  Finally the girl wasn’t crying and he thought the passengers of the plane were bothered by the noise of a DVD video?  Really?  Moron.

3. Coloring pages in a coloring book is a remarkably good way to pass the time during the terrors of flight and looming turbulance.  I recommend Sesame Street and My Little Pony.  And never mind that both my children were sleeping for the entire flight.

4. The irony of my brother Brad using “Extra Volume” shampoo kept me grinning for my entire shower.

5. Tim talks in his sleep.  A lot.  And finally after listening to him grumble and shout and complain in his sleep, his sister said in her sleepy sort of complaining voice, “Mom.  I’m not even doing anything, and Tim keeps yelling at me.”  The whole exchange was much funnier than I can possibly convey in a post.  You’ll just need to trust me.

6. IKEA is just as good as in my dreams.  Sorry Lauren.