Holiday Update - Part 2

The boat trip took us to a boating village that has a small playground and Little Miss had a great time playing there with her Pake.
On the way over there, she would sit on a space next to the wheel (Not really up on the exact "nautical" term.) and yelled at my Dad when bridges and boats were coming.
The lower bridges are opened by a bridge master, he will then hang a wooden shoe out on a pole and you put a set amount in the wooden shoe as you go by. Very exciting stuff when you're a two year old, let me tell you!
She spent a lot of time on her Pake's lap, steering and pointing at interesting things. It was such a huge success that we went out again the next day.
My dear, dear friend M. and her two eldest kids. E. and L. came with us too. Little Miss had dubbed them her new "Best Friends" and adored having them there. As did I.
M. and I are very close, we have been friends for just over ten years now and we never, ever get to have an outing together with our kids. The weather was perfect for a day on the boat, the kids were excited and had a blast! We will be going to the Netherlands again in August, and I am already looking forward to all of us spending time together again.

Little Miss had a very bad time going to the toilet when we were there. The first two days were grand, then, the drama started. The poor little mite could not go nr. 2. She would cry, and shake, one day there was actually blood in her nappy and my heart broke for her. My parents were at a loss too. It's so horrible to see your little Honey is so much pain. She would say she had to go potty. Walk around with her knees pushed together and her bum stuck out, crying her little eyes out. When I would get the potty she would say she didn't have to go anymore. When it finally HAD to come out, she would scream with it. It makes me well up even thinking about it.

The last day arrived all to quickly and my parents drove us back to Amsterdam. We made good time, but had to go to the gate straight away. (Of course the gate was all the way over at the end of the airport and Schiphol? Is BIG!)
The flight home was great! Beppe had given us a little bag of raisins and Little Miss was as happy as a pig in muck sitting in her seat, eating her raisins. Once we landed in Dublin though, it was a different story. We had spent the flight coloring, and reading stories. When we landed and all the people stood up, Little Miss Freaked. The. Heck. Out. Tears streaming down her little cheeks "Let's GO Mamma! Time to get off the plane!!" "Please mamma! PLEASE!!" One idiot started whining, in an attempt to imitate her. I was ready to punch his face in. As was, all I said was: "Charming".
The saddest part was when she got off her seat, and tried to get to the aisle. She was sobbing, but obviously thought that the crying wasn't getting her anywhere, so she tried to smile. Through the tears. I can't describe how that felt. The closest I can get to it, is that it felt like someone took my heart and put it in a bench screw and started twisting.
Once we were out of the plane though, she was fine again. We made great time getting our luggage and getting out. Daddy was parking the car as we came out so we sat down on the chairs at the arrivals hall to wait for him.
Little Miss was SO delighted to see him again! She ran in to his arms. It was SO good to see him again! For all of us to be together again.

It's good to be home people, it's good to be home!