craycation, or why am I going to the beach with a baby and a toddler?
I’m envisioning that this will likely be the first in a series of posts on what I can only anticipate is going to be a very *interesting* trip to the beach.
It’s been quite some time since I’ve taken a vacation, though I’m sure by the time this trip has ended I won’t count it as a “vacation” either. Hence, “craycation.”
We did travel to Disney World with Holden when she was about 9 months old. At that time, it was six adults to one relatively immobile baby. This time, it’s three adults, one crazy toddler, a sweet infant, a 4-hour car ride. Oh, and one hotel room. What could go possibly wrong?
First of all, holy crap do you have to pack a lot of stuff. In addition to clothes and diapers and wipes and all that jazz, I’m taking like half a carload of stuff just to keep Holden from driving us all crazy: a portable DVD player, movie, Kindle, books, flash cards. Then there’s the strollers. And the pack n play. And the food/snacks. The monkey leash will definitely be making the trip, though putting it on her generally leads to a ridiculous tantrum.
Speaking of tantrums, today has been one long day of cranky behavior, hour-long screaming tantrums and various poop incidents. I could never have used a vacation more. But I can’t help but feel like I’m signing myself up for a self-imposed week of terror.
I am excited to share this tradition with the kids though. We used to go to the beach all the time when I was growing up. Sand. Boardwalk. Ice cream. Kites. Seashells. French fries. I’m just hoping that the good outweighs the bad, haha.
Holden has been on a beach before, but she was super new, so she doesn’t remember. She’s excited to “get her toes wet, get her butt wet and eat crabs.” I’m looking forward to some pool time and at least one margarita.
I’ll let you know how we make out.