Bebe and I shopped for big girl car seats this week. She thought it was great fun. We drove north to visit my parents last night and she screamed pretty much the whole way while trying to eject herself from the infant seat. The girl just wants to sit upright! We’re Florida-bound at the end of the month, and her screaming, stiff-as-a-board infant seat reaction, isn’t going to make for a very fun 15 hours in a car. Here’s hoping that the novelty of a new seat holds strong during our long drive!
I’m thinking the Maxi-Cosi Prioli seat is the winner- it has 4 recline positions that can be changed with one hand! Bebe will love that! Plus, it’s supposed to be nice and compact, which is necessary if she’s going to be riding around with her tall dad in his small car.
We had a glorious Thanksgiving filled with lots of Florida sunshine, naps, family, and good food. It was great spending time as a trio (Bebe, John and I), and we were sad to get back to reality…
Especially when reality included smashed doors and stolen tvs…
We arrived home on Monday afternoon to find the glass in our back door smashed and the door ajar. Inside, both of our tv’s were gone, along with the xbox, and John’s Burberry watch. My jewelry was strewn across the floor - too bad for them I don’t have anything of much worth. The boxes of dvd’s were on the floor and rooted through, and the freezer door was standing open. The contents of my bag were dumped all over my desk.
We spent the next few hours, confined to B’s freezing cold room while we contacted the police and our insurance company, and tried not to touch anything. When the ruckus was finally through, we cleaned up the broken glass and boarded up our door. John talked to the neighbors, who are now on a high alert.
These are my thoughts about this whole thing:
First of all, I am so thankful that we weren’t here when it happened.
Secondly, it is creepy when someone enters your house. I don’t feel like we were hit at random - I think someone was scouting us out, watching us, waiting for us to leave. The idea of that happening, of someone watching me bounce around the living room with Beatrice on my hip, through the cracks in the blinds, is not something I like.
And finally, it is annoying when someone steals your tv and xbox. Really annoying. But those things can easily be replaced. It is more annoying when someone steals a watch that has sentimental value. But do you know what REALLY has me aggravated about this whole thing? They left the freezer door open - the freezer that contained all of my breast milk stores for Bebe. All of that precious time spent waking up early to pump before work, time spent pumping through vacations, all so Beatrice can eat - WASTED.
I. Hate. Them.
You know what I’m going to do when I find those bastards? Hook a breast pump up to their thieving chests and make them sit like that for 15 minute intervals, 12 times a day. The wrath of a mother scorned…
Really though, as much as this sucks, I am forever thankful that we weren’t here. I never want to experience someone coming into my house while I am asleep in my bed or playing with my little girl.
And for those of you who are now worried to death about us (ahem, mom), you will be happy to know that we are taking precautions to make sure that this does not happen again. The neighborhood is on watch, and everyone in our area is keeping their outdoor lights on until the electric company turns on the large light in the alley. We are meeting with an alarm company, to see what they can offer us. We are also getting better doors that will not be so easily shattered.
And next time we go on vacation we will tell all of the neighbors and will remember to have the post office hold our mail. Shucks, maybe we’ll even get timers put on our lights inside the house. What excitement!
Let us be a reminder to you to travel safe this holiday season!
I am so glad you are with us this week in Florida. It has been too much fun watching you discover new things and conquer new developments. I love not having to pump milk for you, because you are by my side at all times. I love the 3 hour long naps you take in my arms, and the way you throw your fists in the air when you’re waking up, and the way you smile when you see that the person holding you is me. I love how well you’re sleeping, and our time early in the morning playing on the floor or going on walks while your father sleeps.
And I love dressing you up in precious little warm-weather rompers. You are so cute I can’t stand it.
You are more focused and coordinated than ever, and I think it’s because of the amount of one-on-one time we’ve spent with you this week. There are no dishes to be done or dinners to be made, which means you’re getting 100% of our attention, not 75%.
You are laying beside me on the floor right now, and just shimmied yourself to the edge of your blanket in an effort to get to your brightly-colored pajamas, which were lying out of your reach. Mental note: clean under the couches when I get home, so when you roll under them, you don’t get engulfed by dust bunnies.
We’ll be back in Florida this spring and I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re walking by then! So much for lying you under a beach umbrella and snapping 100 photos of you - I’m going to be chasing you all over the place!
I love you dearly,
And it was awesome. Bebe had no problem adopting her parents views on what a proper vacation is all about.
We waited until naptime before heading out on our second leg of our journey. Beatrice fell asleep instantly. John and I were feeling pretttty proud of ourselves for being such clever parents, but alas, Bebe brought us back down to size by grunting in the backseat until we stopped and I sat beside her.
*can we take a moment to discuss this grunting business? What IS that? Does anyone else’s kid grunt when they need something. I much prefer grunts to screams, but I can’t help but laugh at the caveman noises coming from my dainty girl.
Anyway, I sat beside her, read her books, gave her new toys to look at, and created an entire production starring the Christmas Fairy and featuring Mr. Fox and Fat Pig. Did you know Mr. Fox can fly? Nope? Well neither did the Christmas Fairy and she was in for quite the surprise when Mr. Fox took off with her on his back…. yeah….
When B had enough we stopped for a leisurely lunch. It wasn’t long after we returned to the car that she became furious once again. This time we stopped at a gas station where I discovered that her diaper had more than overflowed all over the poor girl. Oops. It is definitely time to move her into a bigger size.
The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. She definitely wasn’t pleased about spending all of that time in a car, but it could have been worse!
In conclusion, here are my tips & tricks for anyone traveling with a 4-month old baby.
- Try not to throw off their sleep schedule. Drive at night - all night if you can! We didn’t last all night because I am a wuss and my contacts glued my eyes shut…
- Bring a variety of toys. Give them different ones periodically to keep them distracted.
- Make leisurely stops. Get them out of their seat.
- I packed B’s clothes with mine in a suitcase (at the bottom of the car), but threw a few outfits in her diaper bag for easy access. It was much nicer to grab the diaper bag in the midst of a diaper explosion, than to have to dig through the car to find her some clothes.
- And as always, take the day with a grain of salt. The poor kid is pinned down in an infant seat with nothing to do but chew on toys and stare at the ceiling. If you were in their place, you’d be pissed too.
This week John and I are making our annual Thanksgiving trip to Florida to visit his grandparents. John and I have been known to make some pretty ridiculous road trips, so this 12-hour journey will be a true test of Beatrice’s Reynoldsness.
B tends to sleep in the car and we didn’t want to mess up her sleep schedule, so we decided to leave at 6pm - an hour earlier than her bedtime. I had nightmares of Beatrice becoming like my sister was as a child - repeating OUT over and over, trying to maneuver herself out of her car seat, and screaming for her lost fa (pacifier) until we returned to North Dakota… Fortunately for us, she was amazing and slept the entire first leg of the trip.
We stopped for the night and as we were unloading the car, little Beebs woke up and grinned at us silently until we noticed her. It took some time to get that excited little girl back to sleep, but once we succeeded, she was out for the rest of the night.
We have 305 miles left of this journey and are currently hanging out at the Super 8 until B decides that it’s nap time. Keep your fingers crossed that the daytime edition of this series is as successful as the night was!
Remember last week when I was convinced that my breastfeeding days were at their last? I had gone out of town to a wedding, forgot my pump, and was trying desperately to fix what I’d done. Well guess what - I’m back to normal!
Here’s what I did:
- I drank Yogi Woman’s Nursing Support Tea four times a day
- I pumped like a mad-woman. We’re talking every two to three hours for 15 to 20 minutes.
- I let B use me as a pacifier whenever she wanted.
- I ate healthy food. A LOT of healthy food.
But in the end, I think what helped me the most was going away on a mini-vacation with John. I was able to get sleep and de-stress, which apparently was just what I needed to find my lost supply of milk.
Today is our two year wedding anniversary. To celebrate, we spent the weekend in a beach house in Michigan City on Lake Michigan. It was seriously the best weather ever. The entire front of the house was made up of french doors, which we kept open the whole time - day and night.
Little Bebe was left with my family. Did I let out a couple of tears as we walked out of the house? You betcha. I missed that little twerp a LOT, but it was certainly nice to sleep a full night.
Are you jealous yet? Look how clear that water is!
Do you want to know what we did the whole time? Beach, eat, hot tub, repeat duh. We also went shopping since you’re supposed to get cotton on your second anniversary - but then meandered back to the house to get back on our beach-eat-hot tub schedule.
John and I are excellent vacation partners. We both appreciate a good book and avoid taking part in a million different activities. We will be SO good at being retired… and there is no one I’d rather retire with!
Want to know what we’re wearing?
On me: Shorts - Banana Republic. Shirt - Old Navy.
On John: Both Shirts - H&M. Red Trunks - JCrew. Other Shorts…. I have no idea.