It's so hard to say goodbye

I think I've said this before...I'm horrible with goodbyes.   My family has pointed this out to me since I was 8.   That might be one of the reasons why I like my job.  Touring allows me to see loved ones frequently.  The only way to make goodbyes feel better is learning to say "see ya later" instead of "goodbye."  I've recently taught this to Mags. The reason being:  My daughter has apparently inherited the heart-wrenching, departure thing I have and it's hard to watch.........                            Read the rest of Kori's latest blog post "Band on the Diaper Run" at BabbleBlog.com

Going solo for the first time

I have taken 2 trips over the past 2 weeks.  Alone. (no kids, no husband).  I
went to hang with my sister and her two new twins and 3 year old.  I
realized, I really love them all.  I also found out (duh) that twins
are a lot more work than one.  I have a ton of respect for people with
double duty. I fell asleep with a twin in my arms every day that I was
there.  She has a 3 year old too.  I'm starting to think she wins in
the supermom department.

These trips mark the first time I've ever left June, Magnolia and Jason
all at once. 

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Hangin with DJ Lance Rock is...Awesome

While in LA, we witnessed Depeche Mode playing in the streets. But that wasn't the highlight of our day (even though it was nice to hear Personal Jesus at sunset). Mags got to meet one of her idols (I'm pretty sure her other ones are Gramma, Cinderella and her dance teacher). She watched out the window for him and kept saying, "Are you sure he's real?"

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treasures

Mags goes on "treasure hunts" almost daily on tour.  She finds beads,
money, any little piece of trash that has a slight sparkle.  She
occasionally finds something really cool like a keychain or a
necklace.  I swear she has supernatural powers for locating all things
shimmery. Oh, also, our amazing nanny, Julia bought a bag of beads
before this tour-hoping to up the standards of her normal hunt.  When
Mags really can't seem to find the real deal on the walks, Julia tosses
a few beads down when no one is looking.  Mags might have caught on by
the end of the tour...we heard her saying, "It's so strange.  I keep
finding the same kind of beads in Kansas, Minnesota, California..."

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Tour Low, Tour High

I can't believe we have less than a week left.  At the moment we're at
some crazy, party hotel in the middle of nowhere.  They want us to pay
5 bucks to use the pool meanwhile, the pool looks like it's on it's way
to looking like that one in Karate Kid when they move into their new
California apartment. Oh, and this is the second pool that has had a
techno party while we're swimmin with the kids.  

There's this thing we call "tour low."  Everyone on a long tour experiences it
once.  It's usually set off by insignificant details after a string of
annoying events (aka: the straw that broke the camel's back).  One time
my hairdryer broke and I started cring hysterically, on another tour I
got an eye infection and turned into a complete lunatic because of my
eye patch...

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