Benjamin had a job this past weekend in New Hampshire, not far from where his parents have a house in the white mountains (right near Mount Washington). We decided to make a little weekend getaway out of it.
Timing a 4 hour drive with a toddler is always tricky, so we opted to pick Owen up early from school, right at naptime, and cross our fingers that if we tucked him into his carseat with his blanket and lovey, he would sleep for a while in the car (thus giving him a nap and us some quiet driving time!). For the first time, uhh, EVER, it worked beautifully. For those of you who have been reading since Owen was a baby, you know he has always HATED riding in the car, and usually our drives are accompanied by a lot of crying and a hefty dose of vomit due to carsickness. So the quiet not-quite-2-hour-nap we got in the car was downright heavenly.
We arrived and set up Owen’s pack n’ play like normal and realized something. Ummm, the child is totally too big for it. I mean, he fits, and he doesn’t yet exceed the weight limit, so technically we were ok, but we realized quickly that this was going to be our last trip with him sleeping in it (he could DEFINITELY climb out, since he can scale just about any wall, but, thankfully, he has never tried). He was old enough to voice things like, “the bottom is not comfy” and “I don’t like the sound it makes when I move around”. I think we’re just about ready for a blow-up mat of some sort. After the first night of Owen being a little less than thrilled with his confined space, we considered offering him a camping mat (he sleeps on a mat at school, so I figured he’d probably do ok), but then I realized the room had heavy furniture that was not bolted to the wall and I wasn’t comfortable with Owen being able to open the door and go downstairs on his own. I don’t think he would, but he could, so we’re going to change things around next time we come. Anyway, we’re going to need that pack n’ play for the new little one come July!
The weekend was filled with snowy adventures hiking and sledding and sitting by the fire and playing with Owen’s Grammy and Grampy. After Benjamin’s job was over, the two of us even had a chance to go cross-country skiing together AND out to dinner while the grandparents babysat. Fun for all! Owen was relatively well-behaved (aside from a few new molar-induced attitude-y outbursts) and was really quite flexible with all of the changes.
Also? He wore underwear THE WHOLE TIME (when awake), never had an accident, and even pooped in a new potty/place. Huge, huge, huge.
I am shocked to report that the drive home was equally as uneventful as the drive there (no puking! very little crying!). As a result, Benjamin and I are all of a sudden super anxious to pack our calendar with trips back up there before the baby comes, in case this baby hates the carseat just as much as Owen used to.