Yesterday we took a leisurely family drive to Ruidoso, NM, (3.5 hours from home) to look for boots for my husband. We also got to eat lunch with his mom and my parents and spend the afternoon looking at cute little shops.
It was the longest day ever.
At about 8 p.m (an hour after bedtime), we finally loaded up kiddos to hit the road for home. But Jed was exhausted and I was exhausted, so we ended up getting a hotel room two hours from home. We are currently finishing the drive and I’m writing this post on my phone. I heart technology.
Our children are troopers. While I am fairly certain that Clara was delirious by the end of the day yesterday, we only had one very minor meltdown and that was Cormac at our late lunch. Once he discovered that pizza has cheese and even mushrooms on it, all was right in the world.
You can put anything in a pocket diaper. Did I mention that I packed cloth for our little trip? Four diapers per kiddo didn’t get us very far and we sprung a leak in the last diaper during dinner. There were no diapers at the casino where we ate, so I bought sanitary pads from the gift shop and stuffed diapers with those. Perfect? No. Brilliant? I think so.
Don’t drive when you’re sleepy. Lots of things that I would have done before having children just aren’t okay with me any more. Jed and I were both tired, so rather than buying coffee and pushing through, we decided that a decent night in a hotel was a better choice for our family. Luckily, we had enough points for a free stay at the Holiday Inn Express and Jed sweet talked the guy at the front desk into upgrading us to a suite for the night. (Sweet talking = hunting stories or cowboy hat discussions)
Babywearing is cool. We saw at least three dads wearing their babies (no crotch danglers) and probably 20 people verbally admired my Didymos ruby gold Indio. I love strollers as much as the next person, but when a mom trying to navigate cramped boutique stores with her bulky Baby Trend eyeballs my carrier with envy, it makes me smile a bit. If she seems friendly, I might even go chat with her.
Let your babies be babies. While Jed tried on boots for well over an hour (no joke–he has blisters from tying so many laces), Clara and Cormac played on some log stools and roamed the shoe store. I fed them and let them crawl around and be babies. I didn’t let them bother other people or tear shoe boxes apart, but they got the wiggles out and everyone was happier for it.
I’ve got good kids. They really do put up with a lot and they are happy to go and do things and see new people. I know we are lucky, but I also think that it’s a by-product of love and nurturing.