I get excited about very stupid things. It's true. For instance, when we pulled into our driveway this evening I turned around to Sammy and said "Slava nasmu vyletu, nezmokli sme a uz sme tu." And then I was delighted that I can pass that tradition onto my little guy. It's what we Oravetz' say when we come home from a trip - I don't really get it but it's just a thing we do. And that is what traditions are, right? The things we do.
Translation: (Glory to our trip, we didn't get wet and now we're home.)
Sam is sleeping/swinging after enduring some serious withdrawals. (Or, maybe that was us?!) Lucy is crashed out on the couch, snoring, after a long ride crated in the back of the Subaru. Matt and I are wiped out and surrounded by piles of things we should unpack. But won't until one of us gets sick of complaining about all the crap in the living room. Probably on Thursday.
Our first big Family Road Trip started with the family road trip staple: an argument. It had to do with how to pack the car and what to do with Lucy Baby who is used to riding in the car. I was not willing to put a lame dog in the back of the truck when we didn't even put her back there when she was at her best. Yes, I know that normal dogs ride in the backs of trucks but this is my Lucy Baby people. Fine. We agreed to take the Subaru we're trying to sell. I'd just gotten the snow tires on it and it was good to go. But what about Lucy?
What about her?
She can't ride in the back seat with Sam!
It'll be fine. She won't bother him. Every time I've had them both in the car, she hardly paid attention to him.
Where was she?
I had Sam in the middle of the back and Lucy was in the front seat.
Honey! The front seat? And she didn't bother Sam? You don't say.
Of course she ignored Sam if she was in the front seat. That's where she strives to be.
Anyway, somehow the argument escalated into who is a better parent. We agreed it's a little soon in our parenting career to be making that call and moved on to arguing about whether or not I was over packing.
In the end we packed Lucy Baby and her big Kennel, Sam and all his paraphernalia, Matt, me and all our stuff into the Subaru and had a nice Thanksgiving weekend with Matt's family and are now defrosting our house.
p.s. about the over packing - totally I did. I'm playing the new mom card on that one. It had nothing to do with being a chronic overpacker. I simply wanted to make sure we had everything we needed. What's funny is that I used to tease friends who always carted around a bunch of baby stuff and now I'm the one hauling a FULL suitcase, a play mat/gym, TWO full diaper bags, a baby bjorn and I swear I would've strapped the swing on the roof-rack if I could've. And that's all to go to his Nana and Papa's who live a mile from Wal-Mart.