Some travel thoughts
A few days after our trip, I thought I’d share a few random, travel-related thoughts:
-As I was sitting and playing silly games with Zoe in our hotel room one afternoon, something hit me: A big reason I love being on vacation is that the family gets so much uninterrupted time together. As much as I try to spend quality time with the girls when we’re home, there’s usually something to distract me: laundry, dishes, dinner, e-mails, work calls, or (bad mom alert!) an online sale. Not so in a hotel, where I have no responsibilities aside from feeding and entertaining the girls – and I really wish the care-free feeling I get when away could somehow carry over to the real world. (Perhaps I just need a maid, chef, and personal assistant.)
-The girls shared a room during our trip – Zoe was in the big bed, and Avery in a portable crib – and each morning we woke to Avery’s happy cries of “Uppo, Uppo!” (which is what she calls Zoe’s beloved hippo). Once awake, Zoe would roll over and start chatting with Avery – and it was so fun to lay in bed and listen to their conversation. We’ve kicked around the idea of the girls sharing a room when they’re older (Zoe has her heart set on bunk-beds), and I felt like this was a sneak preview of what our little roommates would be like.
-Flying was a cinch this trip, though we did encounter an extremely unpleasant woman on our way home. Even before the plane got off the ground, she turned to an (admittedly rambunctious) Avery and rudely said, “So, are you going to be kicking my seat the entire flight?” Her snotty remark served little purpose: We were already doing our best to keep Avery from kicking, and it’s not like Avery – at two – could understood what this woman was saying. Everything wound up being fine (a very tired Avery was asleep even before we were airborne, and we heard nothing more from our fellow passenger), but I couldn’t help but think that this comment and past negative flying experiences are karmic payback for all those dirty looks I used to shoot moms and their babies on planes. (Oh, how I wish I could go back to the single-and-childless me and shake her!)
-M