Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
summer school
Last week was the first Falk family summer vacay and, I gotta’ confess, it felt more like an immersion program into toddler mommyhood rather than a little R&R for the ragged and weary.
Who knew that a 14-month-old could teach his mommy so much?
Lesson #1:
You can pack, you can plan, you can have a play by play ready for every second of every day, but if you forget to take the dang stroller, your child is going to put your strength to the test—physically, mentally, emotionally. “Hmm, just how long can mommy carry me before her arms and back give out? (about one round at Sea World, and that’s WITH the help of a rented stroller, which of course, Coop detested!!!) “How long will it take for my mommy to mentally crack from my incessant pleas to be put down?” (about 5 minutes into the first beluga whale show.) “How long will it be before my mommy looks to an 8-year-old and sees a saving grace complete with halo and angel wings?” (off and on every day for seven days … God bless you Taylor!)
Lesson #2:
Screw with a baby’s schedule and you’re gonna’ get poo'd on. Literally. Cooper reminded me this week that bath time is better left for the end of the day, so that it doesn’t coincide with his morning BM. Tub time and poo time. Um, eww!
Lesson #3:
Always know where the nearest walk-in clinic is! We spent precious hours on Tuesday trying to track down a pediatrician in New Braunfels before tossing in the towel and taking our coughing, fever-running, ear-tugging tot to the nearest doc in a box. Thank goodness we didn’t let our previously unsatisfying trips to Coop’s regular pediatrician deter us from taking him in … he was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection and lingering ear infections. Two Rxs and a day later, his symptoms were all but gone. YAY!
Lesson #4:
Never, ever subject your nearest and dearest friends to the pain that is sharing a room with your tot. A sleep-through-the-nighter at home does not automatically equate to a sleep-through-the-nighter on the road. In fact, chunk a child in his pack-n-play instead of his cushy bed and you’re pretty much guaranteed to be startled out of your peaceful, too-much-food-drink-sun-induced slumber by all-out shrieking … at least twice each night, and again at the butt-crack of dawn (or just before if you’re super lucky).
Lesson #5:
Vacationing with kiddos will never, ever be what you had planned, or prepared for. And, as it was in my case on a couple of occasions, you may want to back your bags and head home early. But there are moments where the pure and utter bliss outweighs the pockets of bad.
Somewhere between running out of juice and good-for-you-snacks and swapping in Gatorade and dippin’ dots, you realize that you’re on vacation. With your baby. You’re sharing in the holy grail of family-dom, partaking in the annual pilgrimage from home to destination theme park where excitement reigns supreme. Where it’s OK for adults to act like kids and for kids to act like, well, sugar-high’ed kids. Where it’s OK for mommies to let go of the structure and the fear and the expectation of gloom and doom and just enjoy all of it for what it is—a few days transported from the routine of daily life to something bigger, something better—the chance to take an adventure. The chance to reconnect. The chance to see your child, your hubby, your friends, yourself in a new light, trying new things. The chance to laugh, to love, to live.
The chance to learn.
Nope, this summer vacation wasn’t all sunshine and roses (the lingering effects of Hurricane Dolly nearly swept us away on Thursday), but it was the educational experience of a lifetime. And for that, I am eternally grateful. (Um, well, maybe not the poo part.)
p.s. All 170-plus pics to be posted tonight or tomorrow. =)
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
u-haulin' whaaaat?
Ack! I’m now into day 4 of summer vacation prep and holy Hannah! I knew tots needed lots of gear, but good Lord, we might as well pack everything Coop owns (oh, wait, I think we are.)
Back in the day when Cooper was “immobile,” our biggest space-takers were umpteen cans of formula and bottles and those (usually) fit in the diaper bag. Now, however, with seven days of summer fun ahead, Coop has jumped ship from a small tote to a full-on expandable, wheelie suitcase (a b-day gift from Mimi) and though I’m still finishing up laundry, I have a feeling this kid is gonna’ fill up every nook and cranny.
AND, what crams in the suitcase DOESN’T include the:
- carseat
- stroller
- pack-n-play (with blankets and pillow … to elevate his head because, OF COURSE he has another nasty cold)
- walker
- push-toy walker (for when he doesn’t want to actually be IN a walker)
- swim gear (little swimmers, regular trunks, the swimsuit with the floaties sewn in, life jacket, crab-shaped floatie with awning, water toys, hat, sunscreen, sunscreen, sunscreen)
- kid-friendly snacks (and the sippy cups, spoons and bowls)
- plug covers (yep, he’s become fascinated with sockets)
- bag o’ toys
- box o’ diapers
- box o’ wipes
- plus everything else I won't remember until we're half way there!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
bittersweet vacation
The countdown to our first Falk family summer vacation is on, with just 6 days to go. And, I must confess, my excitement is tempered a bit by my mommyhood apprehension.
During our extended 4th of July weekend at the lake it became strikingly apparent that I absolutely CAN NOT relax when Coop and I are out of our element. Not to mention Coop's sudden immersion into the "I (only) want Mama!!!"s. I am on a heightened state of alert 24/7 and it’s exhausting — mentally, physically, emotionally. I feel like I’m sucking the fun out of every moment, not just for myself, but for those around me. Party pooper? Buzz kill? Yep, that’s me!
My greatest fear is that I will let my guard down for one second—to catch my breath—and it will be in that brief moment that a mommy’s worst nightmare is realized, that something will happen to Cooper. And it will be my fault. Because I wasn’t doing my job. I wasn’t on-point. I wasn’t protecting him.
In just a few days Chris, Cooper and I will be meeting a gaggle of friends for a water-filled vacation, which includes Sea World, Schlitterbahn and floating the Guadalupe River.
I’ve pictured these days in my head since I was long-ago donning the infamous “infertile myrtle” t-shirt. Doing the touristy things, taking the touristy pics, eating at the touristy places all in the name of family fun. I have dreamt about this. I have longed for this. And now it’s upon me and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t angst-ridden over the possibilities.
I feel shaken and uncertain. My mom-fidence is gone. I am desperate to make this vacation the best it can be, for Chris, Cooper, our friends. Myself. But I honestly don’t know how to be the mom I feel I have to be and the mom I want to be. Is a balance between the two possible or did I waive the right to a relaxed state of mind once that pregnancy stick turned positive?
