This past weekend, Madeline and I toured around Newfoundland, obstensively to see an iceberg (which had floated away by the time we got there, alas). I always feel a little bad for Madeline when we go on road trips – it’s got to be tough to be stuck in a carseat for hours at a time when it’s clearly more fun to be playing and running around. This time she was quite a little trouper about all of the travel – she drew with her crayons (she’s usually good about not trying to eat the Crayola Twistables), watched a bit of Monsters, Inc. and Finding Nemo, napped, and drank a lot of milk from her purple cup (the yellow cup just wouldn’t do!). She was also happy when we’d make a pitstop and she could get out of her carseat and run around
The other tough part of travel involves bedtime. The word "hotel" strikes fear into my heart – it’s hard to convince Madeline that it’s bedtime when I expect her to sleep when I’m still hanging out in the same room. I can’t blame her – at home, I say goodnight and disappear out the door, so it must be kind of confusing to have me still hanging around. The first night, she popped back up in her Pack n Play twice, calling for me, even though I was curled up in my bed, pretending to sleep. The second night went smoother. I think that we both were more exhausted than the day before!
Speaking of hotel rooms, why don’t they all come with a little refridgerator? It would have made having chilled milk for Madeline a bit easier …
The fun discovery from our little holiday was how happy Madeline is to sit in a highchair at a restaurant if her beverage comes with a little umbrella 🙂