Friday was the day our little Tyler became an official U.S. citizen (born abroad). We (me) got up at 5:45am to start showering and preparing to spend the day in Toronto at the U.S. Embassy. It was raining cats and dogs... awful travel weather. The worst part was the rain... the drive to Toronto from London is usually beautiful and I was really looking forward to the fall leaves and the rolling hills and farms. Oh well.
I don't know if you've ever been to an Embassy. Nothing electronic. No phones, no cameras, no DS video games, no iPods and no keyless lock clickers. I kept telling AJ to take the clicker back to the car, he was like, I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. Ugh. This happened last year. We didn't know about the no electronics so he had to run phones, etc back to the car leaving me to maneuver through the embassy with 2 kids and a new born in an intimidating environment. I started having flashbacks to my flustered state. Sure enough we get up to the security area, think TSA, and we are instructed to take the clicker back to the car. Down and across the street and up to the third floor. So, AJ takes off, leaving me to navigate with 2 kids and the double stroller with newborn and toddler (both are crying) and all of our crap from the xray machine. Did I mention my husband loves to cram his pockets full of crap? Yea, so I'm trying to gather all of our papers, my purse, the diaper bag and his wallet, keys, papers, receipts, change, etc. I was a mess. I love being an unorganized mess. NOT.
|Tyler at lunch after the Embassy|
I shouldn't have told you all of this. I should have told you I was supermom and the kids were angels. LOL