I haven't really blogged very much, and there is so much more to tell! So, even though we arrive in Minneapolis tomorrow afternoon, I'll probably be posting stories and photos from the trip for a few weeks.
I took 1,000 pictures or more. I guess that's the blessing and the curse of having a digital camera. I probably can delete about 600 for duplicates and blurries.
Wow, like seven Segues just rolled in front of the internet cafe. That was funny.
Last night we took the boat from Helsinki to Stockholm and...when I said 'the sea, she was angry' in Bergen, I guess I really had no idea. It was awful and horrible. We were really moving around a lot in the cabin. In fact, we kind of played a game where we had to keep our feet together and try to stand still. And then the boat would knock us into the wall. It was great. Then I made us close our eyes. When it was time to go to sleep, I was just terrified that the ship would completely tip over. I'm embarrassed to admit that knowing that Amy Lindahl might read this. And of course a huge ocean liner wouldn't tip over. But at first I thought the boat was rocking back to front, and then I realized because I was turned around it was actually rocking side to side and so I was convinced that we would just tip. And then in the middle of the night, I was like, "Ross, you awake?...will the boat tip over?" And he was like...*and here I have to break to explain something...*
I guess when he was a little kid he accidentally saw a commercial for the Chuckie movie and it scared him, so he asked his parents if he could come and sleep with them. His dad said, "just picture Chuckie coming into your room, and then I shoot him."
So Ross told me, "just picture the boat tipping over. AND THEN I SHOOT IT."
Anyway, we better get going. We come home tomorrow!!! See ya!
I used to think that I was the worst parent in the whole world,but after reading that story,and realizing what great comfort it must have given you,I'm feeling pretty good about myself right now.Aaron.
And now Ross can comfort others.
My mad parenting skilz are the gift that keeps on giving. Aaron
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