|RWOP Finalists dine at The Olde Pink House in Savannah, GA|
I know, I know, I didn't win. But this experience really opened me up in SO many ways. Perhaps even a little more than I expected. I'll try to go through each day briefly and give you the details. Please feel free to email me or comment if you have any other questions. I'll be posting photos as people share them, so the articles will continually get updated with more photos and memories, so keep checking back.
MONDAY, JUNE 27, ARRIVAL
Noel Poyner of Eqal had managed to arrange the shortest flights out to Savannah for us. They were perfect. We had everything arranged, house sitters, parking garage, LOTS of snacks, books and distractions for baby. The upcoming 6+ hours of travel with 18 month old Baby Bodhi, now in a screaming, teething, and temper tantrum phase, was one of my biggest stress factors for this trip. He did awesome.
Blowout at 36,000 feet
About 15 minutes before landing in Houston, our only stop on the way to Savannah, Bodhi needed a diaper change. I smelled a little stink on his behind, so I quickly whisked him into the lavatory. False alarm. It was just a bit wet and he may have had just a little bit of gas.
|Baby Bodhi (post blowout)|
arriving at the Avia Hotel.
(Photo by RWOP)
About 2 minutes later, Bodhi was standing on the floor facing Gage's seat to stretch his legs. He looked at me a little strangely, made a strange noise, and about 30 seconds later, I almost gagged from the rotten smell that suddenly emanated my surroundings. The passengers in the seats around us suddenly began to look at each other, as if the person next to them had just dropped a rotten egg in their lap. There was a father with three small children seated in the row across from us who quickly grabbed his smallest daughter, a diaper and made a mad dash for the first class restroom. I giggled a little because I knew it wasn't his kid! He was a total jerk to his kiddos and we really didn't like his demeanor, so I let him worry a little and change the unsoiled diaper! As soon as he was gone, I calmly grabbed Baby Bodhi, ANOTHER new diaper and casually sauntered to the back of the plane where daddy was next in line for lavatory and food purchases. I passed the baby back to him and made my way back to my seat.
Five minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. The captain made everyone go back to their seat, as we were making our final approach now into Houston. The landing gear was coming down and there was no daddy, no baby in sight. FINALLY, after fifteen minutes, Gage and Bodhi quickly came back to their seats and Gage tossed the baby into my lap with a stunned look on his face.
"That...was the WORST diaper... I have EVER seen ...in my entire life," Gage said calmly and quietly.
Baby Bodhi looked up at me with a sigh of relief, and I then noticed that the stench hadn't gone away. He still smelled...poopy.
"The diaper literally EXPLODED when I opened it," Gage explained. "It went EVERYWHERE. All over him, his clothes, the walls of the bathroom, the changing table...EVERYWHERE."
That explained the amount of time it took in the lavatory. Gage was basically wiping down the walls of an airplane bathroom from top to bottom.
We managed to land and do an emergency wardrobe change on Baby Bodhi before switching planes in Houston. So, apparently, sometimes the airline authorities have no choice but to allow certain types of bombs onto the airplanes. Baby Bodhi dropped a "Bodhi Bomb" at 36,000 feet.
The Avia Hotel and The Olde Pink House
Allie was waiting for us at the airport and Adam carted us off to the GORGEOUS Avia Hotel. We walked in the door and instantly felt like celebrities. My beautiful Audie Metcalf was there waiting with open arms and I gave her one of the biggest and best hugs I think I've ever felt in my life. If you don't know who Audie is, we call her "the wizard behind the curtain" in our land of Oz that is The Real Women of Philadelphia website. She made all of this happen. We are just her munchkins. It was like meeting my fairy god-mother (or sister in this case) for the very first time. Tears instantly welled up in my eyes, and I knew that this was going to be a tear-jerker of a week for me. I had no idea that what was coming was about to kick my butt.
Our room at the Avia was an amazing one bedroom suite with a gorgeous pedestal tub. Here's a link with a photo slide show of the room: http://www.aviahotels.com/hotels/savannah/rooms-detail.aspx?id=9
|Carmell Childs and I arriving at|
the Olde Pink House for dinner.
(Photo by Paula Musegades)
|Filet Mignon at The Olde Pink House|
|Dinner at The Olde Pink House|
From left to right: Rebecca Regnier, Beth Peterson, Rachel
Collins, Hoopfinity, Josee Lanzi, Monica Staniec