Okay Kim...you want exploding diaper stories? This first part is not what came to mind until I saw your post. Our facilitator warned us over and over (and over) again to stick to "the schedule" for DD and not to change her foods or we would pay for it on the plane. Our 10 days were waived so we were able to leave Russia three days after court. We heeded the warnings and tried to stay with foods that were familiar and tested. I thought I was adequately prepared with an extra sweat suit for DD and a diaper for every couple of hours. Well...by the time we were waiting to board the flight from Moscow to Frankfurt we already had blowout number one. That flight, okay, not great. By the Frankfurt airport the first MAJOR blowout...outfit number two...and where did the extra socks go? Okay, no socks. The flight from Frankfurt to Oregon was horrendous...blowout after blowout after blowout! I felt so bad about the awful stench that was emitting from our row, and even worse for our new little girl. With five hours left to go we were out of diapers and no more pants
Thankfully a nice Italian woman was next to us with her baby and loaned a diaper...and then DD fell asleep the most of the way home
We survived and I cried. Home never felt so good!
Now, the story I think of is going through customs in Moscow on trip 2. My mom traveled with us to Moscow on this trip. Looking out for her, we send her through the line...all is good. I go next...great. I immediately start looking for our luggage as I know my DH can take care of himself. I find all of our luggage...great. Where is DH? He's not in line, the huge mob of people waiting to get through are all processed. Is he not well and in the bathroom? Hmmm. Half an hour later...no DH. Finally, I go back to the guy in the booth and try and communicate (this isn't working too good...my community college Russian conversation course isn't paying off too well in this situation). Finally a supervisor comes over and tells me there is a problem with DH's visa and he is "fine and sitting in the corner". I couldn't see him. He said they were trying to fix it and it would be "some minutes". What does that mean? Our visas were processed together, I triple checked the dates...what's going on? I am having horrible visions relating to the sizable chunk of change we were each carrying. About an hour later, here comes DH, relieved me and my mom were fine (we weren't the ones detained!). It ended up that his birthdate on the visa was incorrect. Oops...guess I should have checked that, too.
Thankfully all was well and nothing lost but a bit of time.