Cosmo.Kramer
The jerk store called...
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Well folks, that's us back after 2 fabulous weeks in the sun.
Just to explain, we have nicknamed Mollie, the Wrigglemonster as anytime she had to wait, whether it be on the bus, plane or to meet characters, she would wriggle like mad. The 'Nehmaw' is actually how she says 'Nemo'. She seems to have all of a sudden become a big fan of Nemo on this trip and for the first time managed to say Nemo, or something that resembles it!
The Cast
Matt (23) - Me, in charge of taking photos of every single thing I see! Refilling the mugs and planning our attack for the parks!
Mallinda (28) - My wife and the keeper of the Wrigglemonster!
The Wrigglemonster (1) - Mollie, she's a force of nature. Nothing can stop the Wrigglemonster...oh and she likes Nemo and Playhouse Disney!
We leave our house at roughly 6:30 am to head to the airport for our flight that doesn't leave till 12:15pm! Ah well, we're on holiday, better get the most of it.
Obviously, arriving rather early at the airport, we decided to head for a Costa, where a 'not a morning person' me:
has a Mocha, and an oddly absent from early morning photos, Mallinda has a Latte.
The Wrigglemonster has her usual:
We sit and watch a bunch of business types come through the UK arrivals, pretty much everyone with a Blackberry permanently attached to their hands. After sitting for a bit, we decide to head over and see if we can check in - not a great idea as I can't seem to push something (luggage cart, pushchair etc) and have a drink in one hand...this was no different and part of my Mocha was subsequently launched over my jacket that was lying on top of the luggage cart
:
We approach the Continental desk and are the second set of passengers to get checked in. As we we're waiting we gradually realise that we're the only people on the flight with a child, let alone a baby!
We managed to check in at about 8:45am, so we managed to check in 3hrs and 30 mins early, which gave us plenty of time to look around the Duty Free and get something to eat.
So we head upstairs at Edinburgh to the Gestapo, er...security check point
and get through with relative ease.
And it's off to Wetherspoon's for breakfast. What with it being Arthur Guinness's 250th Birthday, I feel that I should celebrated:
While Mollie and Mallinda tuck in to Mallinda's breakfast:
I just had a bacon roll which I didn't really eat as was too excited waiting for the flight. Mallinda has to use the restroom so I sat Mollie on my knee whilst she went - baby in one hand, Guinness in the other...the PC brigade would have a field day with that one!
Imagine my joy when I hand the Wrigglemonster back to Mallinda and realise she has had a wet nappie...whilst sitting on my beige shorts! :mad2: So I race off to the nearest restroom pulling my t-shirt down to cover the damp patch - this wasn't just a small patch. It was practically the size of the Seven Seas lagoon!
So I reach the restroom and wahey! the disabled toilet is free. I don't have to stand the embarassment of dancing up and done in front of the hand dryer in front of other people.
With me dry as Jack Dee's humour, I set off to find the family. We load up with sandwiches and sweets for the flight and walk round to our gate where there is a child's play area, if you can call it that (at least the Wrigglemonster enjoyed it).
And she poses for a photo (notice Mallinda trying to restrain the Wriggle and the Jiggle
)
Continued...
Just to explain, we have nicknamed Mollie, the Wrigglemonster as anytime she had to wait, whether it be on the bus, plane or to meet characters, she would wriggle like mad. The 'Nehmaw' is actually how she says 'Nemo'. She seems to have all of a sudden become a big fan of Nemo on this trip and for the first time managed to say Nemo, or something that resembles it!

The Cast
Matt (23) - Me, in charge of taking photos of every single thing I see! Refilling the mugs and planning our attack for the parks!
Mallinda (28) - My wife and the keeper of the Wrigglemonster!
The Wrigglemonster (1) - Mollie, she's a force of nature. Nothing can stop the Wrigglemonster...oh and she likes Nemo and Playhouse Disney!
We leave our house at roughly 6:30 am to head to the airport for our flight that doesn't leave till 12:15pm! Ah well, we're on holiday, better get the most of it.

Obviously, arriving rather early at the airport, we decided to head for a Costa, where a 'not a morning person' me:

has a Mocha, and an oddly absent from early morning photos, Mallinda has a Latte.
The Wrigglemonster has her usual:

We sit and watch a bunch of business types come through the UK arrivals, pretty much everyone with a Blackberry permanently attached to their hands. After sitting for a bit, we decide to head over and see if we can check in - not a great idea as I can't seem to push something (luggage cart, pushchair etc) and have a drink in one hand...this was no different and part of my Mocha was subsequently launched over my jacket that was lying on top of the luggage cart

We approach the Continental desk and are the second set of passengers to get checked in. As we we're waiting we gradually realise that we're the only people on the flight with a child, let alone a baby!
We managed to check in at about 8:45am, so we managed to check in 3hrs and 30 mins early, which gave us plenty of time to look around the Duty Free and get something to eat.
So we head upstairs at Edinburgh to the Gestapo, er...security check point

And it's off to Wetherspoon's for breakfast. What with it being Arthur Guinness's 250th Birthday, I feel that I should celebrated:

While Mollie and Mallinda tuck in to Mallinda's breakfast:



I just had a bacon roll which I didn't really eat as was too excited waiting for the flight. Mallinda has to use the restroom so I sat Mollie on my knee whilst she went - baby in one hand, Guinness in the other...the PC brigade would have a field day with that one!
Imagine my joy when I hand the Wrigglemonster back to Mallinda and realise she has had a wet nappie...whilst sitting on my beige shorts! :mad2: So I race off to the nearest restroom pulling my t-shirt down to cover the damp patch - this wasn't just a small patch. It was practically the size of the Seven Seas lagoon!
So I reach the restroom and wahey! the disabled toilet is free. I don't have to stand the embarassment of dancing up and done in front of the hand dryer in front of other people.
With me dry as Jack Dee's humour, I set off to find the family. We load up with sandwiches and sweets for the flight and walk round to our gate where there is a child's play area, if you can call it that (at least the Wrigglemonster enjoyed it).


And she poses for a photo (notice Mallinda trying to restrain the Wriggle and the Jiggle


Continued...