Today was my mom’s birthday! Her 39th, according to what Nathan wrote on her birthday card. We got to take her out for japanese food and she got her free ice cream after some embarrassment by the staff at “I Love Sushi”. We sang to her and she had to dance. She was pretty annoyed. They made her wear a bright pink hat, and gave her a souvenir “I Love Sushi” lighter. I told her it was payback for the time she did that to Nathan and I on our birthday… I think that was last year or the year before.
I was calling Nathan from across the house last night, saying “Nathan! Nathan!” Sean started calling him Nathan too. So we told him that mommy’s name was Vanessa. He just laughed. Today, he started calling me “Melissa”.
We made it back home late last night. We took a taxi from the rental car place in Kansas City to the KC airport. He was a very sane driver and was very polite to us, thankfully. Our first flight was delayed, so we had to rush to catch our connecting flight. Sean, of course, had diaper difficulties as we walked down the walkway to the airplane. I get on the plane and the flight attendant tells me they don’t have a changing table on board. Great! I then notice that Sean is beginning to smell pretty bad. So I ask another flight attendant if there was somewhere I could change him. She said I could do it in the back of the plane on the floor. I walk back there with Sean. Then she says I can’t change him back there because they’re about to open the door to restock the galley, and no one is allowed back there. But I can still go the the front of the plane. So there we go, everyone is seated and staring… we start to long walk to the front of the plane. The flight attendant up there asks if I want to use the restroom in the airport. I hesitate doing that since they were already boarded, and I didn’t want to make the plane late. So I asked her if I could just do it on the floor. She said yes, so I proceeded to change Sean on the floor of the front of an airplane. Then we start the long walk back to our seats, everyone still staring. Ugh! travelling can be hard. Turned out that I wasn’t really the one holding up the flight. There were a few more passengers that boarded late after we got to our seats.
Sean and I are going to visit relatives in Lawrence, Kansas for several days. I lovingly refer to them as the “Kansasians” (Kansas Asians). Not all of them are filipino, really… but they could be considered “asian by association” or “ABA”. Yes, that really is a term used by some people. A lot of my friends growing up were ABA’s. They would attend all the filipino gatherings and loved all the food, and most of their friends were filipinos or other asian americans.