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June 22, 2010

2 parents + 1 infant + 12-hour car trip = minor trauma

Filed under: Family, Motherhood, Personal — llcall @ 5:22 pm

Addison’s most traumatic moment: She was just chilling in the back seat with Neal after waking up from her first nap (hallelujah, she napped twice!).  Neal was getting a little restless, making grumbling comments my way after about two hours in the car, until he finally yelled, “I’m BORED!”  That certainly freaked out our poor little girl, who screamed bloody murder for about five minutes.  Needless to say, Neal didn’t yell anything else that day.

Lindsay’s most traumatic moment: We were just 15 minutes from my parents’ house, making good time, trying to get there before an absolute meltdown.  It’s 8:00pm on a Saturday night when traffic slows to a halt on the 91 West.  Our baby girl has had enough and starts with the most pitiful, sorrowful sobbing you’ve ever heard.  She’s crying so hard she can’t catch her breath, and I’m about to lose it myself.  Turns out, it was just a bunch of darn rubberneckers on our side of the freeway.  Curses!

Neal’s most traumatic moment: (And I quote . . . ) I don’t know, it was just hard the whole trip.

But we made it to So Cal!  And the first 6 hours were cake.  Not too shabby.

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6 Comments »

  1. Awwwww. I have a love/hate relationship with that kind of crying. On one hand, I melt when I hear it–it’s just so cute! But so so sad at the same time. Glad you guys made it in one piece 😀

    Comment by Emily Tew — June 22, 2010 @ 5:25 pm

  2. I’m glad you made it safely, and you don’t have to make that trip again for several weeks. Most of all, I’m glad you blogged, I missed you 😉

    Comment by Jolene — June 22, 2010 @ 5:41 pm

  3. Oh, it all sounds so familiar. Paige, my Dad and I took a road trip when she was probably around the same age. I tried to give my dad a break of driving and he sat in back, Paige freaked out and cried and cried. After about 10 minutes we decided to just switch back and have my dad drive the rest of the way. And it seems like whenever we hit the 91 we all know we are almost there, the kids have had it and we are all ready to be done. Glad you lived through it all. Going back won’t be as bad.

    Comment by Margie — June 22, 2010 @ 8:15 pm

  4. Glad you made it! I’m sorry for the minor trauma, but I’m glad it wasn’t major trauma!

    Comment by Vickie Blanchard — June 23, 2010 @ 12:25 am

  5. –Try some recorded books–this is how I introduced K to “The Kite Runner”, certain Great Courses from The Teaching Co, for extended travel time in the car. Some are quite engrossing, or if not, it will lull the passenger (never the driver!) to sleep.
    –We like to listen to NPR, too, when we are close to big cities. In fact, if my memory serves, CA has terrific radio stations (or did when we lived there). –I know Neal gets carsick when reading aloud, and you may, too, Lindsay, but we’ve gone through many, many books this way from biographies, histories, religious, & political bks to Gertrude Stein, which Kevin would never have picked up on his own. Then we talk and discuss.
    –Music! Music! Concerts & bios of composers… Favorite sing-a-longs…
    –Verbal games may be more your style, e.g. “Sign Word Change,” “Geo Word Game,” “Snork,” “Zany TV Travel Report,” “Tunnel Vision,” “Vanity Plates,” “Follow Me Map Game,” “Clone of your Car,” “Drawing Around,” etc.
    –Brief stops to play frisbee or picnic.
    –My favorite is still reading aloud with discussion.
    ============Bon Voyage!==============

    Comment by Lorie — June 23, 2010 @ 12:34 am

  6. welcome back to socal (and congrats on making the drive)! the longest we’ve gone with madeleine is a couple hours to san diego, and even that was a bit dicey. =)

    Comment by Soo — June 23, 2010 @ 10:13 am


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