Monday, December 24, 2012

Travels with Baby #4

Parents, if you haven't learned this one yet, keep it in mind at all times, especially when you travel:

Just about anything can be a toy. Use common sense, though. Sharp things are out. Poisonous stuff too. The size of the mess allowed is directly related to risk of mental breakdown to everyone involved.

Got a fussy baby while sitting at dinner? Give her some butter or jam packets to play with.

The little tyke having a full-out, breath-holding, foot-stomping tearfest two hours into waiting in a mile long line at the airline counter during a snowstorm way after bedtime and all you've got is the marinara soaked paper used to wrap your meatball sub? It's a toy. The few moments of quiet are well worth a bath and a new t-shirt.

When you travel, space is limited and you also don't want to be lugging around a heavy bag full of blocks. Just bring a couple favorite small toys and figure out the rest as you go.  

Friday, December 21, 2012


Life has been pretty hectic lately, hence the complete lack of any blog posts. Things seem to come one right after the other and sometimes in twos or threes. Even when I do get some down time, I try my best to shut my brain down and melt as far as I can into the couch. The motivation to do anything is pretty much gone.

But I enjoy writing. I really want to try to get back into the swing of things and get those thoughts back out for ya'll to read about.

So here goes, today's bit of awe:

Referring to myself in the third person as "Daddy."

Whether I'm saying "Daddy loves you so much" or "Oh, man, Norah Grace. It's 2:30. Daddy needs some sleep," I love how it sounds. I am Norah's daddy and she's my little girl.