A, much anticipated, vacation...

I just realized the last blog I posted was on the 9th. Oh dear, I better get going on some awesome bloggity blogs.

As promised, I'm sharing the details about my upcoming vacay.

Sidebar: I really hate that word. Is it really that much harder to say vacation? Really? Like, your just too important to add that last little tion to the word? Come on.

As you may, or may not, know; my parents are in a far away, magical land. A land that serves a meal in newpapers. A land that is proud of a certain man's left foot. A land that is home to a family that is basically a real life fairy tale. A land that, apparently, doesn't have dentists.

That's right folks, they are currently in England.

And for those of you who know me, you know how incredibly difficult it is to be so far away from the greatest parents in the entire world. 

I am pretty darn close to my mum, she's my best friend, I turn to her for advice ranging from clothing, to parenting, to cooking. She's a pretty awesome lady. We have had many laughs and many arguments and many hugs and many chats. She's pretty much the coolest lady you could meet.

My dad, well, I'm a daddy's girl. Through and through. He's basically the smartest guy in the world. And the bravest, and the strongest, and the tallest. Yeah, that's my dad! I can trust my dad with any kind of secret and I can go to my dad for any kind of advice. He's pretty much the coolest dad in the world.

Just wanna say, I still think Cuinn is the greatest too, just in a completely different way. Obviously.

So, you can see why I am having a difficult time being away from them.

Here's the skinny on why they're a billion miles away.

My parents have parents. Crazy how that happens, eh? Well, my parents parents are getting up there in age. And know what happens when people get older? Well, they're just not as young as they used to be, if y'know what I mean. So my parents decided to ask their work for a transfer to the UK to be closer to them so they could be around to help. They knew it would be hard to leave their kids. They knew it would be difficult to leave what they had known as home for 23 years. They knew it was the right thing to do. So they asked for that transfer and just a couple months later they were on a plane with all their stuff, headed to their homeland. Well, close enough anyway. 

They grew up, met, fell in love, married, had a kid all in Scotland before they came to Canada. Many moons ago.

The only problem with their move back was the timing. You see, right after they found out they were leaving, Cuinn and I found out I was pregnant. Which was so bittersweet. I was so excited to be pregnant (finally), but I was so sad that my mum wouldn't be here for the pregnancy or labor. I knew my parents would be missing so much.

BUT,

in true, my parents fashion, we've made it work thus far.

They were here for a few weeks after Aislynn was born, and got me through the first couple of weeks. 

We talk on Skype at least once a week so that Aislynn knows who Grandma and Poppa are.

They send Aislynn little gifts, so she is still spoiled by her grandparents.

We have the knowledge that they WILL be back in just a year and a half.

So I can't complain really, because even with an ocean between us, they're still here for us.

Wow, this post has gotten pretty sappy, hasn't it?

Well, let's lighten the mood shall we, and get to my main point.

We're going to England!!!

Yep, we are, we're packing up our bags and we're heading to England to see my family again! 

It is such a relief to be able to say that, finally. Cuinn and I have been really stressed about getting over there. Aislynn and I have had our tickets booked for a while now, but getting Cuinn there was a worry. Because to book the ticket with out travel agent, you have to pay it all off 60 days before you go. Which, is kind of a pain. We can pay for the ticket, we just couldn't organize it all to be paid off 60 days before. Life got in the way. Money issues arose. Things happen. So while my mum was asking me, every single Skype conversation, "Have you booked Cuinn's ticket yet?", we were getting more and more anxious and I was preparing myself for the huge disappointment that Cuinn just wasn't going to get a vacation.

A vacation he needed. 

A vacation he desperately wanted.

A vacation he has worked so hard to make it happen.

We were becoming more heartbroken, thinking it just wasn't in the cards.

Then, my parents, the pretty awesome people that they are, helped us out. They fronted us the cash and booked his ticket, with the promise that we would pay them back in full.

Can you say, 9 billions pounds lifted off our shoulders?

Seriously. We walked around for a week in a daze, not really believing that it was happening. That Cuinn and I were actually getting to go on a vacation. Then the email came in, the confirmation email that said, "Hey, Cuinn, here's your ticket."

So, basically, we've been talking about England non-stop for the last few weeks. Before we had carefully avoided the topic because it always ended in an argument. Me sighing, Cuinn frustrated, a grumpy couple. NOW, we've been making plans. We've been talking about what kind of things to bring Aislynn, how to keep her busy on the plane and how to get her to sleep, the kind of things we want to do when we get there, how over the moon we are about having a break. 

How excited I am to see my parents.

And even better, my mum and I are taking a mini trip to Scotland so that my extended family can meet Aislynn!

So, basically, best trip ever.

I am going for a whole month! All of January and a bit of February, Cuinn is coming for close to three weeks. We're going to England, and we're just so darn excited!