Hmm. I seem to have been in a blogging slump lately. Honey Pie was pretty sick last week and apparently when she's sick it drains all my words. Here's to climbing back in the saddle and hoping to stay on the horse.
This summer we plan to drive out to visit my husband's parents and my grandparents, all who live in the great state of Missouri. It's a ten and a half hour drive from our corner of Colorado. It's a drive that I feel like I've made a thousand times in my life, since my family visited my grandparents every summer growing up. I have very little respect for Eastern Colorado and Western Kansas, but for the most part I don't really mind the drive. Except now we have small children.
We didn't make the drive at all last year. My in-laws came to visit us during the summer, and then made the trip again at Thanksgiving since we had just a six-week-old baby. It was so kind of them. Anyway, the last time we made the trip Pumpkin Pie was 18 months old. And it didn't go very well. She cried quite a bit. Which really really really annoys my husband. And there wasn't a lot I could do about it. I tried passing her a variety of toys, and it just didn't really do anything for her. It was only slightly better than the drive we made when Pumpkin Pie was 5 months old. She SCREAMED for about 6 hours on the drive home at that age.
So maybe you can see that, while I'm actually really looking forward to visiting out there, I am equally dreading the drive. Pumpkin Pie will be 3 this time, and Honey Pie will be 9 months. I feel like Pumpkin Pie might do okay, since she can color and look at books, but Honey Pie already hates her car seat if she has to be in it for more than 20 minutes. Let's add in the fact that at 9 months they are still rear-facing. If I could put Pumpkin Pie's car seat in the front seat and then have myself sit in the back with Honey Pie I would, but that is obviously not an option. And no, I don't feel comfortable enough with my knowledge of pharmaceuticals to drug the baby.
I'm trying to not think about it, while at the same time come up with plenty to do for the girls. We'll leave at three or four in the morning in hopes that we get a good chunk of the road behind us while they sleep. And I will definitely be buying my husband some ear plugs this time. That should take the shrill out of any crying for him.
T-minus four and a half months until our trip. I hope I can come up with a plan before then.