Ugh. Not feeling well today. I’ve been really lucky with my headaches lately, as they are becoming increasingly rare. Unfortunately, right now when I do get one there’s not much to do but pray that the Tylenol works and crawl back into bed.
But now that you’re here, you can’t just wander away. In anticipation of our road trip at the end of the month, tell me the best (or worst, or funniest, or simply most memorable) road trip you ever took. For me, the stupidest one was hitchhiking from London to Sudbury with my boyfriend when I was 17.
Hope you feel better soon! Can’t think of any road trip stories to tell you right now, but am wondering what advice you have about travelling with a 2 year old on a 3 hour plane ride? We’re contemplating going to FLA. Thanks!
Hope you feel better soon! Can’t think of any road trip stories to tell you right now, but am wondering what advice you have about travelling with a 2 year old on a 3 hour plane ride? We’re contemplating going to FLA. Thanks!
Hope you feel better soon! Can’t think of any road trip stories to tell you right now, but am wondering what advice you have about travelling with a 2 year old on a 3 hour plane ride? We’re contemplating going to FLA. Thanks!
Hope you feel better soon! Can’t think of any road trip stories to tell you right now, but am wondering what advice you have about travelling with a 2 year old on a 3 hour plane ride? We’re contemplating going to FLA. Thanks!
Shortly before I returned to work from my mat leave, Ken, Reid and I embarked on a one week roadtrip around eastern/central Ontario. It was hot and humid every day – weather conditions that Ken hates and not so go for an 11 month old. We were nearing the end (I thought) of potty training Reid and so we had to back a little potty chair and stop to use it often. There were many excited, and just a little wild, school children at most of the places we went, making it difficult to move about – not their fault for being kids on end-of-year field trips, though. We had to take Reid to a hospital with a possible urinary tract infection in one city and then with signs of dehydration in another. Ken walked out of the butterfly observatory in Kitchener and Reid visibly wilted when we went in (I thought it would be a good place to go to get out of the sun – turns out butterflies like tropical conditions). As we unpacked the stroller for Cullen Gardens and Miniature Village, Ken said, “C’mon Reid, the Bataan Death March continues.”
Looking back, Ken and I both laugh at the Bataan vacation but he hasn’t let me plan any trips from March through August since. The daycare informed me the next week that they don’t potty train kids before 18 months and in the toddler program and so Reid was dry at home and in diapers at daycare until she was 20 months old. We still travel with a potty, though.
Cullen Gardens closed the next year and I’m glad we went, despite the allergic reaction Ken had to the flowers and the way he had to force his feet to move forward in the scorching sun and oppressive heat. I felt bad for him, though.
Take care of yourself, Dani. Have you tried those pressure bracelets for you headache? A girlfriend straps one to her hand and says they work for migraines.
Shortly before I returned to work from my mat leave, Ken, Reid and I embarked on a one week roadtrip around eastern/central Ontario. It was hot and humid every day – weather conditions that Ken hates and not so go for an 11 month old. We were nearing the end (I thought) of potty training Reid and so we had to back a little potty chair and stop to use it often. There were many excited, and just a little wild, school children at most of the places we went, making it difficult to move about – not their fault for being kids on end-of-year field trips, though. We had to take Reid to a hospital with a possible urinary tract infection in one city and then with signs of dehydration in another. Ken walked out of the butterfly observatory in Kitchener and Reid visibly wilted when we went in (I thought it would be a good place to go to get out of the sun – turns out butterflies like tropical conditions). As we unpacked the stroller for Cullen Gardens and Miniature Village, Ken said, “C’mon Reid, the Bataan Death March continues.”
Looking back, Ken and I both laugh at the Bataan vacation but he hasn’t let me plan any trips from March through August since. The daycare informed me the next week that they don’t potty train kids before 18 months and in the toddler program and so Reid was dry at home and in diapers at daycare until she was 20 months old. We still travel with a potty, though.
Cullen Gardens closed the next year and I’m glad we went, despite the allergic reaction Ken had to the flowers and the way he had to force his feet to move forward in the scorching sun and oppressive heat. I felt bad for him, though.
Take care of yourself, Dani. Have you tried those pressure bracelets for you headache? A girlfriend straps one to her hand and says they work for migraines.
Shortly before I returned to work from my mat leave, Ken, Reid and I embarked on a one week roadtrip around eastern/central Ontario. It was hot and humid every day – weather conditions that Ken hates and not so go for an 11 month old. We were nearing the end (I thought) of potty training Reid and so we had to back a little potty chair and stop to use it often. There were many excited, and just a little wild, school children at most of the places we went, making it difficult to move about – not their fault for being kids on end-of-year field trips, though. We had to take Reid to a hospital with a possible urinary tract infection in one city and then with signs of dehydration in another. Ken walked out of the butterfly observatory in Kitchener and Reid visibly wilted when we went in (I thought it would be a good place to go to get out of the sun – turns out butterflies like tropical conditions). As we unpacked the stroller for Cullen Gardens and Miniature Village, Ken said, “C’mon Reid, the Bataan Death March continues.”
Looking back, Ken and I both laugh at the Bataan vacation but he hasn’t let me plan any trips from March through August since. The daycare informed me the next week that they don’t potty train kids before 18 months and in the toddler program and so Reid was dry at home and in diapers at daycare until she was 20 months old. We still travel with a potty, though.
Cullen Gardens closed the next year and I’m glad we went, despite the allergic reaction Ken had to the flowers and the way he had to force his feet to move forward in the scorching sun and oppressive heat. I felt bad for him, though.
Take care of yourself, Dani. Have you tried those pressure bracelets for you headache? A girlfriend straps one to her hand and says they work for migraines.
Shortly before I returned to work from my mat leave, Ken, Reid and I embarked on a one week roadtrip around eastern/central Ontario. It was hot and humid every day – weather conditions that Ken hates and not so go for an 11 month old. We were nearing the end (I thought) of potty training Reid and so we had to back a little potty chair and stop to use it often. There were many excited, and just a little wild, school children at most of the places we went, making it difficult to move about – not their fault for being kids on end-of-year field trips, though. We had to take Reid to a hospital with a possible urinary tract infection in one city and then with signs of dehydration in another. Ken walked out of the butterfly observatory in Kitchener and Reid visibly wilted when we went in (I thought it would be a good place to go to get out of the sun – turns out butterflies like tropical conditions). As we unpacked the stroller for Cullen Gardens and Miniature Village, Ken said, “C’mon Reid, the Bataan Death March continues.”
Looking back, Ken and I both laugh at the Bataan vacation but he hasn’t let me plan any trips from March through August since. The daycare informed me the next week that they don’t potty train kids before 18 months and in the toddler program and so Reid was dry at home and in diapers at daycare until she was 20 months old. We still travel with a potty, though.
Cullen Gardens closed the next year and I’m glad we went, despite the allergic reaction Ken had to the flowers and the way he had to force his feet to move forward in the scorching sun and oppressive heat. I felt bad for him, though.
Take care of yourself, Dani. Have you tried those pressure bracelets for you headache? A girlfriend straps one to her hand and says they work for migraines.
For Loukia: Take your car seat onto the plane, even if it seems a hassle. Bring lots of little snacks, toys, those mini books from Annick Press and plan to switch activities every 15 minutes or so. I take a toddler-sized backpack jammed with stuff, it’s easy to get out from under the seat, your little one can wear it like a “big kid” in the airport and you can slip it over your shoulder if you need to. Take an empty sippy cup even if you don’t need them at home because the table won’t come down in front of the car seat. The security rules say less than 3.4 oz of liquid if the child is over 2 years old. I got a 4 oz container of juice through even though Reid is 2. I’ve had Reid on 7 or 8 trips by plane (round trip with transfers in Toronto) since she was 3 months old. Travel early so you’re not tired (travelling at nap time doesn’t work :+) and leave your little one in their pajamas. PJs are comfortable and people think they’re cute. Bring a second shirt for yourself. I think this one is worth a post on my blog, ’cause I know I’m missing things. Stay tuned. Good luck.
For Loukia: Take your car seat onto the plane, even if it seems a hassle. Bring lots of little snacks, toys, those mini books from Annick Press and plan to switch activities every 15 minutes or so. I take a toddler-sized backpack jammed with stuff, it’s easy to get out from under the seat, your little one can wear it like a “big kid” in the airport and you can slip it over your shoulder if you need to. Take an empty sippy cup even if you don’t need them at home because the table won’t come down in front of the car seat. The security rules say less than 3.4 oz of liquid if the child is over 2 years old. I got a 4 oz container of juice through even though Reid is 2. I’ve had Reid on 7 or 8 trips by plane (round trip with transfers in Toronto) since she was 3 months old. Travel early so you’re not tired (travelling at nap time doesn’t work :+) and leave your little one in their pajamas. PJs are comfortable and people think they’re cute. Bring a second shirt for yourself. I think this one is worth a post on my blog, ’cause I know I’m missing things. Stay tuned. Good luck.
For Loukia: Take your car seat onto the plane, even if it seems a hassle. Bring lots of little snacks, toys, those mini books from Annick Press and plan to switch activities every 15 minutes or so. I take a toddler-sized backpack jammed with stuff, it’s easy to get out from under the seat, your little one can wear it like a “big kid” in the airport and you can slip it over your shoulder if you need to. Take an empty sippy cup even if you don’t need them at home because the table won’t come down in front of the car seat. The security rules say less than 3.4 oz of liquid if the child is over 2 years old. I got a 4 oz container of juice through even though Reid is 2. I’ve had Reid on 7 or 8 trips by plane (round trip with transfers in Toronto) since she was 3 months old. Travel early so you’re not tired (travelling at nap time doesn’t work :+) and leave your little one in their pajamas. PJs are comfortable and people think they’re cute. Bring a second shirt for yourself. I think this one is worth a post on my blog, ’cause I know I’m missing things. Stay tuned. Good luck.
For Loukia: Take your car seat onto the plane, even if it seems a hassle. Bring lots of little snacks, toys, those mini books from Annick Press and plan to switch activities every 15 minutes or so. I take a toddler-sized backpack jammed with stuff, it’s easy to get out from under the seat, your little one can wear it like a “big kid” in the airport and you can slip it over your shoulder if you need to. Take an empty sippy cup even if you don’t need them at home because the table won’t come down in front of the car seat. The security rules say less than 3.4 oz of liquid if the child is over 2 years old. I got a 4 oz container of juice through even though Reid is 2. I’ve had Reid on 7 or 8 trips by plane (round trip with transfers in Toronto) since she was 3 months old. Travel early so you’re not tired (travelling at nap time doesn’t work :+) and leave your little one in their pajamas. PJs are comfortable and people think they’re cute. Bring a second shirt for yourself. I think this one is worth a post on my blog, ’cause I know I’m missing things. Stay tuned. Good luck.
My husband and I drove from Northern New England to Beaufort, SC to camp in July of 2005. WHAT were we thinking? Camping in South Carolina in July?? It was a great trip except for when we stopped in NJ to get gas and Mr. LS got sprayed with gasoline! NOT fun!
Hope you feel better soon.
My husband and I drove from Northern New England to Beaufort, SC to camp in July of 2005. WHAT were we thinking? Camping in South Carolina in July?? It was a great trip except for when we stopped in NJ to get gas and Mr. LS got sprayed with gasoline! NOT fun!
Hope you feel better soon.
My husband and I drove from Northern New England to Beaufort, SC to camp in July of 2005. WHAT were we thinking? Camping in South Carolina in July?? It was a great trip except for when we stopped in NJ to get gas and Mr. LS got sprayed with gasoline! NOT fun!
Hope you feel better soon.
My husband and I drove from Northern New England to Beaufort, SC to camp in July of 2005. WHAT were we thinking? Camping in South Carolina in July?? It was a great trip except for when we stopped in NJ to get gas and Mr. LS got sprayed with gasoline! NOT fun!
Hope you feel better soon.
Turning 18. I was hitchhiking with a guy I barely knew to visit my friend (his GF) who was working as a maid in a small town in Germany. Our last ride (an 18-wheeler) took us about 20km past our exit before we realized we’d gone too far. It was getting dark and we couldn’t go on, so we pitched a tent in a field next to the highway. At one point I woke to hear the sound of someone sneaking around our tent. Nothing happened, but I was freaked out. (!) In the morning we awoke to find ourselves in a farmer’s field, in some slug utopia. (!!)Honestly, they were these MASSIVE slimy things. There were a ton of them squashed under our tent (ugh!), and some trying to slime up the sides. I was afraid to put my boots on.. what it one of those critters had found shelter in there?
Turning 18. I was hitchhiking with a guy I barely knew to visit my friend (his GF) who was working as a maid in a small town in Germany. Our last ride (an 18-wheeler) took us about 20km past our exit before we realized we’d gone too far. It was getting dark and we couldn’t go on, so we pitched a tent in a field next to the highway. At one point I woke to hear the sound of someone sneaking around our tent. Nothing happened, but I was freaked out. (!) In the morning we awoke to find ourselves in a farmer’s field, in some slug utopia. (!!)Honestly, they were these MASSIVE slimy things. There were a ton of them squashed under our tent (ugh!), and some trying to slime up the sides. I was afraid to put my boots on.. what it one of those critters had found shelter in there?
Turning 18. I was hitchhiking with a guy I barely knew to visit my friend (his GF) who was working as a maid in a small town in Germany. Our last ride (an 18-wheeler) took us about 20km past our exit before we realized we’d gone too far. It was getting dark and we couldn’t go on, so we pitched a tent in a field next to the highway. At one point I woke to hear the sound of someone sneaking around our tent. Nothing happened, but I was freaked out. (!) In the morning we awoke to find ourselves in a farmer’s field, in some slug utopia. (!!)Honestly, they were these MASSIVE slimy things. There were a ton of them squashed under our tent (ugh!), and some trying to slime up the sides. I was afraid to put my boots on.. what it one of those critters had found shelter in there?
Turning 18. I was hitchhiking with a guy I barely knew to visit my friend (his GF) who was working as a maid in a small town in Germany. Our last ride (an 18-wheeler) took us about 20km past our exit before we realized we’d gone too far. It was getting dark and we couldn’t go on, so we pitched a tent in a field next to the highway. At one point I woke to hear the sound of someone sneaking around our tent. Nothing happened, but I was freaked out. (!) In the morning we awoke to find ourselves in a farmer’s field, in some slug utopia. (!!)Honestly, they were these MASSIVE slimy things. There were a ton of them squashed under our tent (ugh!), and some trying to slime up the sides. I was afraid to put my boots on.. what it one of those critters had found shelter in there?
Barbara – thank you for all the wonderful advice! Forgot about the car seat – thanks for reminding me. Especially since I am pretty sure we’ll rent a car when we’re there, and I’d rather have Christos’s car seat as opposed to the car rental company’s car seat. I will fill a bag of goodies and hope for the best… and will look forward to reading your post on your blog about your travel advice with kids. That is great you’ve travelled so much with your child! Wow!
Barbara – thank you for all the wonderful advice! Forgot about the car seat – thanks for reminding me. Especially since I am pretty sure we’ll rent a car when we’re there, and I’d rather have Christos’s car seat as opposed to the car rental company’s car seat. I will fill a bag of goodies and hope for the best… and will look forward to reading your post on your blog about your travel advice with kids. That is great you’ve travelled so much with your child! Wow!
Barbara – thank you for all the wonderful advice! Forgot about the car seat – thanks for reminding me. Especially since I am pretty sure we’ll rent a car when we’re there, and I’d rather have Christos’s car seat as opposed to the car rental company’s car seat. I will fill a bag of goodies and hope for the best… and will look forward to reading your post on your blog about your travel advice with kids. That is great you’ve travelled so much with your child! Wow!
Barbara – thank you for all the wonderful advice! Forgot about the car seat – thanks for reminding me. Especially since I am pretty sure we’ll rent a car when we’re there, and I’d rather have Christos’s car seat as opposed to the car rental company’s car seat. I will fill a bag of goodies and hope for the best… and will look forward to reading your post on your blog about your travel advice with kids. That is great you’ve travelled so much with your child! Wow!
Back in November, on a Friday afternoon around 4pm, I went to visit Lisa in her office to say goodbye for the weekend. We asked one another what we were doing. Neither of us had any special plans. LIsa blurts out- Let’s go to Toronto. I reply why not Montreal? (it is closer afterall). She replies- because I think we’ll have fun and I have some friends down there. well that was that, we indulged out brief roadtrip fantasty for the 5 minute conversation, parted ways and said we’d call one another over the weekend if we were up for doig something. Lisa phoned at 7pm- leavign a message stating that she watned to go to TO. We left at 9:30 calling a friend on the way to make hotel arrangements for us. After escaping a ticket at 2am for running a red in front of a cop while unable to find the street we were on (yes, we knew what street we were on, but we couldn’t find it on the map, so we were lost). Went Dragon boating in Lake Ontario in mid-november for a practice, ate amazing Indian food and went up the CN tower. At some point we decided to go into business together and we manage to get a few couple-hour naps in the most comfy beds at the coolest hotel in toronto (The Gladstone). It was by far my most favourite road trip! Both LIsa and I blogged about it…
Back in November, on a Friday afternoon around 4pm, I went to visit Lisa in her office to say goodbye for the weekend. We asked one another what we were doing. Neither of us had any special plans. LIsa blurts out- Let’s go to Toronto. I reply why not Montreal? (it is closer afterall). She replies- because I think we’ll have fun and I have some friends down there. well that was that, we indulged out brief roadtrip fantasty for the 5 minute conversation, parted ways and said we’d call one another over the weekend if we were up for doig something. Lisa phoned at 7pm- leavign a message stating that she watned to go to TO. We left at 9:30 calling a friend on the way to make hotel arrangements for us. After escaping a ticket at 2am for running a red in front of a cop while unable to find the street we were on (yes, we knew what street we were on, but we couldn’t find it on the map, so we were lost). Went Dragon boating in Lake Ontario in mid-november for a practice, ate amazing Indian food and went up the CN tower. At some point we decided to go into business together and we manage to get a few couple-hour naps in the most comfy beds at the coolest hotel in toronto (The Gladstone). It was by far my most favourite road trip! Both LIsa and I blogged about it…
Back in November, on a Friday afternoon around 4pm, I went to visit Lisa in her office to say goodbye for the weekend. We asked one another what we were doing. Neither of us had any special plans. LIsa blurts out- Let’s go to Toronto. I reply why not Montreal? (it is closer afterall). She replies- because I think we’ll have fun and I have some friends down there. well that was that, we indulged out brief roadtrip fantasty for the 5 minute conversation, parted ways and said we’d call one another over the weekend if we were up for doig something. Lisa phoned at 7pm- leavign a message stating that she watned to go to TO. We left at 9:30 calling a friend on the way to make hotel arrangements for us. After escaping a ticket at 2am for running a red in front of a cop while unable to find the street we were on (yes, we knew what street we were on, but we couldn’t find it on the map, so we were lost). Went Dragon boating in Lake Ontario in mid-november for a practice, ate amazing Indian food and went up the CN tower. At some point we decided to go into business together and we manage to get a few couple-hour naps in the most comfy beds at the coolest hotel in toronto (The Gladstone). It was by far my most favourite road trip! Both LIsa and I blogged about it…
Back in November, on a Friday afternoon around 4pm, I went to visit Lisa in her office to say goodbye for the weekend. We asked one another what we were doing. Neither of us had any special plans. LIsa blurts out- Let’s go to Toronto. I reply why not Montreal? (it is closer afterall). She replies- because I think we’ll have fun and I have some friends down there. well that was that, we indulged out brief roadtrip fantasty for the 5 minute conversation, parted ways and said we’d call one another over the weekend if we were up for doig something. Lisa phoned at 7pm- leavign a message stating that she watned to go to TO. We left at 9:30 calling a friend on the way to make hotel arrangements for us. After escaping a ticket at 2am for running a red in front of a cop while unable to find the street we were on (yes, we knew what street we were on, but we couldn’t find it on the map, so we were lost). Went Dragon boating in Lake Ontario in mid-november for a practice, ate amazing Indian food and went up the CN tower. At some point we decided to go into business together and we manage to get a few couple-hour naps in the most comfy beds at the coolest hotel in toronto (The Gladstone). It was by far my most favourite road trip! Both LIsa and I blogged about it…
In third year university, my boyfriend and I decided to go visit his uncle in Toronto (we lived in Ottawa then). Another couple we knew from school decided to come along, too, and that dull drive to TO turned out to be one of the highlights.
There was our stop at the “Big Apple” where we bought apple pie and chased rabbits. And there was our detour to the Bata outlet at C.F.B. Trenton. But it was my boyfriend’s discovery of the sock factory that was the really memorable part.
The place was in receivership, so it probably doesn’t exist anymore, but we got to see the huge machines that knit athletic socks, and witness how often they snarl up. We also learned that the machines didn’t do the toes or heels of the socks — that was done someplace else. And we learned that one of the hazards of having a sock factory job is the accumulation of belly-button lint.
We left the sock factory with three industrial garbage bags full of socks — enough to make the trunk of the 1989 Nissan Maxima sag. These were later dyed black and sewn onto a costume to make up the feather’s of a Carleton University mascot costume.
Ahhh, good times…
In third year university, my boyfriend and I decided to go visit his uncle in Toronto (we lived in Ottawa then). Another couple we knew from school decided to come along, too, and that dull drive to TO turned out to be one of the highlights.
There was our stop at the “Big Apple” where we bought apple pie and chased rabbits. And there was our detour to the Bata outlet at C.F.B. Trenton. But it was my boyfriend’s discovery of the sock factory that was the really memorable part.
The place was in receivership, so it probably doesn’t exist anymore, but we got to see the huge machines that knit athletic socks, and witness how often they snarl up. We also learned that the machines didn’t do the toes or heels of the socks — that was done someplace else. And we learned that one of the hazards of having a sock factory job is the accumulation of belly-button lint.
We left the sock factory with three industrial garbage bags full of socks — enough to make the trunk of the 1989 Nissan Maxima sag. These were later dyed black and sewn onto a costume to make up the feather’s of a Carleton University mascot costume.
Ahhh, good times…
In third year university, my boyfriend and I decided to go visit his uncle in Toronto (we lived in Ottawa then). Another couple we knew from school decided to come along, too, and that dull drive to TO turned out to be one of the highlights.
There was our stop at the “Big Apple” where we bought apple pie and chased rabbits. And there was our detour to the Bata outlet at C.F.B. Trenton. But it was my boyfriend’s discovery of the sock factory that was the really memorable part.
The place was in receivership, so it probably doesn’t exist anymore, but we got to see the huge machines that knit athletic socks, and witness how often they snarl up. We also learned that the machines didn’t do the toes or heels of the socks — that was done someplace else. And we learned that one of the hazards of having a sock factory job is the accumulation of belly-button lint.
We left the sock factory with three industrial garbage bags full of socks — enough to make the trunk of the 1989 Nissan Maxima sag. These were later dyed black and sewn onto a costume to make up the feather’s of a Carleton University mascot costume.
Ahhh, good times…
In third year university, my boyfriend and I decided to go visit his uncle in Toronto (we lived in Ottawa then). Another couple we knew from school decided to come along, too, and that dull drive to TO turned out to be one of the highlights.
There was our stop at the “Big Apple” where we bought apple pie and chased rabbits. And there was our detour to the Bata outlet at C.F.B. Trenton. But it was my boyfriend’s discovery of the sock factory that was the really memorable part.
The place was in receivership, so it probably doesn’t exist anymore, but we got to see the huge machines that knit athletic socks, and witness how often they snarl up. We also learned that the machines didn’t do the toes or heels of the socks — that was done someplace else. And we learned that one of the hazards of having a sock factory job is the accumulation of belly-button lint.
We left the sock factory with three industrial garbage bags full of socks — enough to make the trunk of the 1989 Nissan Maxima sag. These were later dyed black and sewn onto a costume to make up the feather’s of a Carleton University mascot costume.
Ahhh, good times…
Augh! A wayward apostrophe found its way into my last comment! And it was the socks we dyed.
Perhaps I ought to proofread before clicking “Publish”…
Augh! A wayward apostrophe found its way into my last comment! And it was the socks we dyed.
Perhaps I ought to proofread before clicking “Publish”…
Augh! A wayward apostrophe found its way into my last comment! And it was the socks we dyed.
Perhaps I ought to proofread before clicking “Publish”…
Augh! A wayward apostrophe found its way into my last comment! And it was the socks we dyed.
Perhaps I ought to proofread before clicking “Publish”…
Oh, such great stories!! Fawn, I must have driven past Trenton 50, 75, maybe even 100 times in the past twenty years I’ve lived here (!!) and had no idea what I was missing. That sock factory sounds uber-cool!
Andrea, the slugs – ewwww, the slugs! The only thing worse than slugs is sleeping on squashed slugs. *shudder*
Barbara, funny how the awful trips become memorable. But – did you say you potty trained Reid at 11 MONTHS? Holy hell, that’s impressive!! Simon will be 3 1/2 this summer and is showing only limited interest (I say as the gentle odor of a diaper full of poop wafts my way and I try mightily to ignore it.) I’ve been consciously holding off encouraging him too much until our road trip is done anyway, but Tristan was also 3.5 when he was finally trained.
NSLS – pardon my Canadian ignorance, but what would be the problem with camping in SC in July? I’m guessing the heat?
Bex, I totally missed that story on your and Lisa’s blogs. What FUN! One of my fave roadtrips ever was a last-minute thrown together trip to London, via Toronto, with an old colleague and friend. We were driving through TO listening to the Blue Jays on the radio and Jason asked me, “Are they at the Dome?” We looked at each other and both knew we had to go. We arrived around the fourth inning, got scalped tickets for half the price, and Jason was delighted to find an unopened bag of peanuts on our seats. We were three hours late getting into London, but it was still worth every minute!
Oh, such great stories!! Fawn, I must have driven past Trenton 50, 75, maybe even 100 times in the past twenty years I’ve lived here (!!) and had no idea what I was missing. That sock factory sounds uber-cool!
Andrea, the slugs – ewwww, the slugs! The only thing worse than slugs is sleeping on squashed slugs. *shudder*
Barbara, funny how the awful trips become memorable. But – did you say you potty trained Reid at 11 MONTHS? Holy hell, that’s impressive!! Simon will be 3 1/2 this summer and is showing only limited interest (I say as the gentle odor of a diaper full of poop wafts my way and I try mightily to ignore it.) I’ve been consciously holding off encouraging him too much until our road trip is done anyway, but Tristan was also 3.5 when he was finally trained.
NSLS – pardon my Canadian ignorance, but what would be the problem with camping in SC in July? I’m guessing the heat?
Bex, I totally missed that story on your and Lisa’s blogs. What FUN! One of my fave roadtrips ever was a last-minute thrown together trip to London, via Toronto, with an old colleague and friend. We were driving through TO listening to the Blue Jays on the radio and Jason asked me, “Are they at the Dome?” We looked at each other and both knew we had to go. We arrived around the fourth inning, got scalped tickets for half the price, and Jason was delighted to find an unopened bag of peanuts on our seats. We were three hours late getting into London, but it was still worth every minute!
Oh, such great stories!! Fawn, I must have driven past Trenton 50, 75, maybe even 100 times in the past twenty years I’ve lived here (!!) and had no idea what I was missing. That sock factory sounds uber-cool!
Andrea, the slugs – ewwww, the slugs! The only thing worse than slugs is sleeping on squashed slugs. *shudder*
Barbara, funny how the awful trips become memorable. But – did you say you potty trained Reid at 11 MONTHS? Holy hell, that’s impressive!! Simon will be 3 1/2 this summer and is showing only limited interest (I say as the gentle odor of a diaper full of poop wafts my way and I try mightily to ignore it.) I’ve been consciously holding off encouraging him too much until our road trip is done anyway, but Tristan was also 3.5 when he was finally trained.
NSLS – pardon my Canadian ignorance, but what would be the problem with camping in SC in July? I’m guessing the heat?
Bex, I totally missed that story on your and Lisa’s blogs. What FUN! One of my fave roadtrips ever was a last-minute thrown together trip to London, via Toronto, with an old colleague and friend. We were driving through TO listening to the Blue Jays on the radio and Jason asked me, “Are they at the Dome?” We looked at each other and both knew we had to go. We arrived around the fourth inning, got scalped tickets for half the price, and Jason was delighted to find an unopened bag of peanuts on our seats. We were three hours late getting into London, but it was still worth every minute!
Oh, such great stories!! Fawn, I must have driven past Trenton 50, 75, maybe even 100 times in the past twenty years I’ve lived here (!!) and had no idea what I was missing. That sock factory sounds uber-cool!
Andrea, the slugs – ewwww, the slugs! The only thing worse than slugs is sleeping on squashed slugs. *shudder*
Barbara, funny how the awful trips become memorable. But – did you say you potty trained Reid at 11 MONTHS? Holy hell, that’s impressive!! Simon will be 3 1/2 this summer and is showing only limited interest (I say as the gentle odor of a diaper full of poop wafts my way and I try mightily to ignore it.) I’ve been consciously holding off encouraging him too much until our road trip is done anyway, but Tristan was also 3.5 when he was finally trained.
NSLS – pardon my Canadian ignorance, but what would be the problem with camping in SC in July? I’m guessing the heat?
Bex, I totally missed that story on your and Lisa’s blogs. What FUN! One of my fave roadtrips ever was a last-minute thrown together trip to London, via Toronto, with an old colleague and friend. We were driving through TO listening to the Blue Jays on the radio and Jason asked me, “Are they at the Dome?” We looked at each other and both knew we had to go. We arrived around the fourth inning, got scalped tickets for half the price, and Jason was delighted to find an unopened bag of peanuts on our seats. We were three hours late getting into London, but it was still worth every minute!
Best road trip ev-ah was April ’95 when my boyfriend and I handed in our final thesis papers and hit the road to Cape Breton from Ottawa… even with an un-nerving experience in a fog-filled Moncton in the middle of the night (read: so disorienting we ended up driving the wrong way on an off ramp and being pulled over by a cop to no ill consequence)… it was beautiful countryside, singing out loud to a stack of CDs, stopping for cheesy photographs and learning that if we could manage that, we’d get along just fine… we’re 10 years married this Fall…
Best road trip ev-ah was April ’95 when my boyfriend and I handed in our final thesis papers and hit the road to Cape Breton from Ottawa… even with an un-nerving experience in a fog-filled Moncton in the middle of the night (read: so disorienting we ended up driving the wrong way on an off ramp and being pulled over by a cop to no ill consequence)… it was beautiful countryside, singing out loud to a stack of CDs, stopping for cheesy photographs and learning that if we could manage that, we’d get along just fine… we’re 10 years married this Fall…
Best road trip ev-ah was April ’95 when my boyfriend and I handed in our final thesis papers and hit the road to Cape Breton from Ottawa… even with an un-nerving experience in a fog-filled Moncton in the middle of the night (read: so disorienting we ended up driving the wrong way on an off ramp and being pulled over by a cop to no ill consequence)… it was beautiful countryside, singing out loud to a stack of CDs, stopping for cheesy photographs and learning that if we could manage that, we’d get along just fine… we’re 10 years married this Fall…
Best road trip ev-ah was April ’95 when my boyfriend and I handed in our final thesis papers and hit the road to Cape Breton from Ottawa… even with an un-nerving experience in a fog-filled Moncton in the middle of the night (read: so disorienting we ended up driving the wrong way on an off ramp and being pulled over by a cop to no ill consequence)… it was beautiful countryside, singing out loud to a stack of CDs, stopping for cheesy photographs and learning that if we could manage that, we’d get along just fine… we’re 10 years married this Fall…
Before DH and I married, had no idea what to do with one week’s vacation and decided to hit the road, drove down to Cape Cod. Had absolutely no idea that Provincetown was a gay haven – not that we’re homophobic, but it was very interesting visiting a town where the majority of the people were homosexual and very open about it. This was back in the early 90s. We came back home via New Hampshire and Vermont – what beautiful parts of the U.S.
Wow, those were the days when we could just pick up and leave without packing strollers, carseats, DVD’s, snacks, juice boxes, diapers yada, yada….. !!
Before DH and I married, had no idea what to do with one week’s vacation and decided to hit the road, drove down to Cape Cod. Had absolutely no idea that Provincetown was a gay haven – not that we’re homophobic, but it was very interesting visiting a town where the majority of the people were homosexual and very open about it. This was back in the early 90s. We came back home via New Hampshire and Vermont – what beautiful parts of the U.S.
Wow, those were the days when we could just pick up and leave without packing strollers, carseats, DVD’s, snacks, juice boxes, diapers yada, yada….. !!
Before DH and I married, had no idea what to do with one week’s vacation and decided to hit the road, drove down to Cape Cod. Had absolutely no idea that Provincetown was a gay haven – not that we’re homophobic, but it was very interesting visiting a town where the majority of the people were homosexual and very open about it. This was back in the early 90s. We came back home via New Hampshire and Vermont – what beautiful parts of the U.S.
Wow, those were the days when we could just pick up and leave without packing strollers, carseats, DVD’s, snacks, juice boxes, diapers yada, yada….. !!
Before DH and I married, had no idea what to do with one week’s vacation and decided to hit the road, drove down to Cape Cod. Had absolutely no idea that Provincetown was a gay haven – not that we’re homophobic, but it was very interesting visiting a town where the majority of the people were homosexual and very open about it. This was back in the early 90s. We came back home via New Hampshire and Vermont – what beautiful parts of the U.S.
Wow, those were the days when we could just pick up and leave without packing strollers, carseats, DVD’s, snacks, juice boxes, diapers yada, yada….. !!
Not to be stereotyping anyone but I do think girls are easier to train. From the time Reid could crawl (like 9 months), I sat her on the potty whenever I went to the bathroom so that she couldn’t get into trouble while I was occupied. Of my four siblings who my mom had as babies (one sister was adopted at two), all of us were trained by a year. My mom wasn’t a fan of diapers. If you don’t get them super young, though, you have to convince them they care. Reid isn’t phased when she has an accident and so I am glad I don’t have to do any convincing. Two years of no dirty diapers is blissful, though.
Not to be stereotyping anyone but I do think girls are easier to train. From the time Reid could crawl (like 9 months), I sat her on the potty whenever I went to the bathroom so that she couldn’t get into trouble while I was occupied. Of my four siblings who my mom had as babies (one sister was adopted at two), all of us were trained by a year. My mom wasn’t a fan of diapers. If you don’t get them super young, though, you have to convince them they care. Reid isn’t phased when she has an accident and so I am glad I don’t have to do any convincing. Two years of no dirty diapers is blissful, though.
Not to be stereotyping anyone but I do think girls are easier to train. From the time Reid could crawl (like 9 months), I sat her on the potty whenever I went to the bathroom so that she couldn’t get into trouble while I was occupied. Of my four siblings who my mom had as babies (one sister was adopted at two), all of us were trained by a year. My mom wasn’t a fan of diapers. If you don’t get them super young, though, you have to convince them they care. Reid isn’t phased when she has an accident and so I am glad I don’t have to do any convincing. Two years of no dirty diapers is blissful, though.
Not to be stereotyping anyone but I do think girls are easier to train. From the time Reid could crawl (like 9 months), I sat her on the potty whenever I went to the bathroom so that she couldn’t get into trouble while I was occupied. Of my four siblings who my mom had as babies (one sister was adopted at two), all of us were trained by a year. My mom wasn’t a fan of diapers. If you don’t get them super young, though, you have to convince them they care. Reid isn’t phased when she has an accident and so I am glad I don’t have to do any convincing. Two years of no dirty diapers is blissful, though.
Fiance, I and a cousin decided to leave Northern Italy around 10:30 pm and drive to Milan. We let his cousin drive the route on the autostrade (thankgod for that!)and listened to some great Italian music. Stopped for a nice cappuccino at the roadside gas station…. that is just unheard of over here! And due to our haste, we received a photo radar ticket. We arrived in Milan around 1:30 and had a great time visiting with relatives…. this was all sans kids of course.
As for travel with a 2 yr old. I travelled a 5 hour flight alone with him and found my ‘mini-magna doodle’ to be the best toy. I also always pack one of those white plastic potty seat inserts in the backpack for public restrooms etc…. Now for travel advise with a 9 month old, I can be a guru on that as our flight travel time was 30 hours….but that is a tale for another time….
Fiance, I and a cousin decided to leave Northern Italy around 10:30 pm and drive to Milan. We let his cousin drive the route on the autostrade (thankgod for that!)and listened to some great Italian music. Stopped for a nice cappuccino at the roadside gas station…. that is just unheard of over here! And due to our haste, we received a photo radar ticket. We arrived in Milan around 1:30 and had a great time visiting with relatives…. this was all sans kids of course.
As for travel with a 2 yr old. I travelled a 5 hour flight alone with him and found my ‘mini-magna doodle’ to be the best toy. I also always pack one of those white plastic potty seat inserts in the backpack for public restrooms etc…. Now for travel advise with a 9 month old, I can be a guru on that as our flight travel time was 30 hours….but that is a tale for another time….
Fiance, I and a cousin decided to leave Northern Italy around 10:30 pm and drive to Milan. We let his cousin drive the route on the autostrade (thankgod for that!)and listened to some great Italian music. Stopped for a nice cappuccino at the roadside gas station…. that is just unheard of over here! And due to our haste, we received a photo radar ticket. We arrived in Milan around 1:30 and had a great time visiting with relatives…. this was all sans kids of course.
As for travel with a 2 yr old. I travelled a 5 hour flight alone with him and found my ‘mini-magna doodle’ to be the best toy. I also always pack one of those white plastic potty seat inserts in the backpack for public restrooms etc…. Now for travel advise with a 9 month old, I can be a guru on that as our flight travel time was 30 hours….but that is a tale for another time….
Fiance, I and a cousin decided to leave Northern Italy around 10:30 pm and drive to Milan. We let his cousin drive the route on the autostrade (thankgod for that!)and listened to some great Italian music. Stopped for a nice cappuccino at the roadside gas station…. that is just unheard of over here! And due to our haste, we received a photo radar ticket. We arrived in Milan around 1:30 and had a great time visiting with relatives…. this was all sans kids of course.
As for travel with a 2 yr old. I travelled a 5 hour flight alone with him and found my ‘mini-magna doodle’ to be the best toy. I also always pack one of those white plastic potty seat inserts in the backpack for public restrooms etc…. Now for travel advise with a 9 month old, I can be a guru on that as our flight travel time was 30 hours….but that is a tale for another time….