So I banished him to Siberia.
Well, not exactly. Today, my dear C took off for the Arctic.
Yes, the Arctic. Really, who gets to say that?
He's off on an Arctic research cruise, which involves three flights, and then a helicopter to a ship just shy of somewhere in the Bering Sea.
Yes, he will actually be able to see Russia from his house.
As for me, this marks the first time Baby and I will be going it alone for a whole 10 days.
Nervous, you ask? Whatever should I be nervous about? How bad could handling an active 18 month old be?
Exactly. I appreciate you not answering that.
So we begin day one. I'll be keeping the wine bottle count here, so be sure to tune in frequently to see how I'm "handling" things.
Current wine count: One glass. (OK, a really big glass. Work with me here.)
Showing posts with label Adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adventures. Show all posts
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Mommy and Baby's Adventure
When C. went back to work, and I was first home alone with Baby, I started referring to our outings as adventures. Adventures could be anything from a simple trip to Target, or a more complex outing to a new little town on the Maryland's Eastern Shore that we had never experienced before. They were adventures in every sense of the word, definitely for Baby, but maybe just as much for Mommy, too.
Yesterday, Baby and I went on another adventure, both to give C. some peace and quiet and for us to get out, escape the cold and do something different.
Yesterday's big adventure was to Tysons Corner Mall. Laugh if you want, but anything with a 16 month old can be an adventure. You don't even have to try hard to make it so.
Our adventure included such exciting chapters as how to dress Baby on a 13 degree day so that he wouldn't freeze on the hike from the parking lot, but wouldn't be sweating once we got inside. We explored the wilds of Pottery Barn Kids, and all the toys they have in store (enjoy'em here, Baby, because unless we tap into what's left of our 401k's, they're not coming home with us right now). Baby got a chance to amuse his adoring female fans, as they gathered around him in Sephora to ogle his lovely eyelashes (no mention was made of sampling the mascara, but I think there were thoughts of it).
Then there was the venture into Tysons' version of Lord of the Flies: The kids' play area. (More on that in a separate post.) Did I mention that it was 13 degrees yesterday? Lots of cooped up, Inauration-trapped parents apparently had the same brilliant idea as me.
But perhaps the most exciting scene took place when we were just strolling through the mall. A large crowd of people usually hustling along, had all stopped around all sides of a kiosk. As I drew closer, I heard a familiar voice, and suddenly got chills: Everyone had stopped because the kiosk had flat screen monitors, which were all focused in on the words of the President Elect, as he spoke from the back of a 1930's caboose.
It was an adventure I'll remember, not just for a lovely day with my child, but for the words that stopped a crowd to unite for a moment in the hope for the future of our country.
Yesterday, Baby and I went on another adventure, both to give C. some peace and quiet and for us to get out, escape the cold and do something different.
Yesterday's big adventure was to Tysons Corner Mall. Laugh if you want, but anything with a 16 month old can be an adventure. You don't even have to try hard to make it so.
Our adventure included such exciting chapters as how to dress Baby on a 13 degree day so that he wouldn't freeze on the hike from the parking lot, but wouldn't be sweating once we got inside. We explored the wilds of Pottery Barn Kids, and all the toys they have in store (enjoy'em here, Baby, because unless we tap into what's left of our 401k's, they're not coming home with us right now). Baby got a chance to amuse his adoring female fans, as they gathered around him in Sephora to ogle his lovely eyelashes (no mention was made of sampling the mascara, but I think there were thoughts of it).
Then there was the venture into Tysons' version of Lord of the Flies: The kids' play area. (More on that in a separate post.) Did I mention that it was 13 degrees yesterday? Lots of cooped up, Inauration-trapped parents apparently had the same brilliant idea as me.
But perhaps the most exciting scene took place when we were just strolling through the mall. A large crowd of people usually hustling along, had all stopped around all sides of a kiosk. As I drew closer, I heard a familiar voice, and suddenly got chills: Everyone had stopped because the kiosk had flat screen monitors, which were all focused in on the words of the President Elect, as he spoke from the back of a 1930's caboose.
It was an adventure I'll remember, not just for a lovely day with my child, but for the words that stopped a crowd to unite for a moment in the hope for the future of our country.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
It Takes a Village to Fly a Child
I've been bad about posting lately. I'm sorry.
(Random recovering nonprofit executive tip: You will use the phrase "thank you," "please," or "I'm sorry" in every single conversation you have. And sometimes all three. Saidreallyfasttogetherallatonetime. Apparently, this may hold true in blogging. And life.)
That said, I do have a good tale to tell of Baby's first plane ride, and Mommy's first threat to take recreational valium. Baby and I took a Mommy-Son trip to Boston this weekend to see dear friends whom we miss a lot, which included ridiculouschick, with whom we were able to join for an engagement celebration.
However, it involves detail to be told correctly, so I will be taking a play out of City Mouse's handbook and her mini-series-esque tale of her move from Washington to the Great White North. Very soon. I promise.
To whet your appetite, highlights included the discovery of an expired driver's license at check in, and having to try and brace the college age dude with the unfortunate luck of sitting in the middle seat next to me for the wonders of breastfeeding.
Excellent.
(Random recovering nonprofit executive tip: You will use the phrase "thank you," "please," or "I'm sorry" in every single conversation you have. And sometimes all three. Saidreallyfasttogetherallatonetime. Apparently, this may hold true in blogging. And life.)
That said, I do have a good tale to tell of Baby's first plane ride, and Mommy's first threat to take recreational valium. Baby and I took a Mommy-Son trip to Boston this weekend to see dear friends whom we miss a lot, which included ridiculouschick, with whom we were able to join for an engagement celebration.
However, it involves detail to be told correctly, so I will be taking a play out of City Mouse's handbook and her mini-series-esque tale of her move from Washington to the Great White North. Very soon. I promise.
To whet your appetite, highlights included the discovery of an expired driver's license at check in, and having to try and brace the college age dude with the unfortunate luck of sitting in the middle seat next to me for the wonders of breastfeeding.
Excellent.
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