Traveling at 10 months

It's a sunny and cool day here in Fredericton, and I'm at my parents place doing some relaxing, yup. Jesse was totally over the top miserable this morning, so I am treating myself to a glutenous lunch while he naps. Yummm...real bread with real slices of hot roast beef and gravy loaded on it. I am such an emotional eater. So bad.

Our car trip down was pretty good. Jesse slept until we hit Montreal. I had bought screen things for all the windows to make sure the sun wouldn't bother him, and even rigged up some diapers on the small triangle windows once we got going and I noticed the sun was creeping in through those. On top of this, I purchased a cheapo little mirror to attach to his head rest so I could see him from my rear view mirror. It's nice to be able to see him and what he is up to. But mostly, when he cries I like to be able to see what the reason is. Well... Didn't we get stuck in bad traffic in Montreal, and the one little sliver of light that squeaked through my fortress of diapers and screens happened to fall right across his eyes. He was not so happy about that. Once we got out of the city, he calmed down a bit, and I figured we'd stop in Drummondville for supper and a stretch in about half an hour. He started getting ancy and was full out screaming and bawling and just about choking by the time we arrived. I was a little flustered, and in my constant rearview checking to make sure he was still breathing in between the wails, I forgot my exit. Arg. It took me 10 extra minutes to get another exit and turned around and back to Drummondville. I was so edgy. But, once we got some fresh air, and some yummy chicken salad from Subway, Jesse was feeling much better. I got the boy into some PJ's and we had a good old play in the back seat until his bedtime, and took off around 7. He drifted to sleep and we continued from there until we hit Riviere de Loup. The kiddo woke up, and after some milk and another stretch and fresh air, he was out again until we arrived in Fredericton at 3:30AM. I can see why my parents used to drive us places through the night. It's much nicer travelling with a sleeping baby for sure! I was quite happy with myself for making it through on only a few sips of a coffee. I got tired the last few hours, and so to stay awake, I went through every year of my life and thought about the highlights and events of the year, who my friends were, what my family was up to, what our provincial cheerleading routine was like for that year. It was quite entertaining, and kept me from falling asleep. I also ate WAY too much trail mix. I got one with craisins and dried banana and pineapple, and a million nuts. soooooo delish.

People tell me that I'm brave to travel with a little one by myself. I've made this trip with Jesse at 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, and now 10. But really, I find it easier being just the 2 of us. I don't have to worry about if anyone else is bothered by his crying, I can stop when I want to, and just do my own thing. The one challenge is using the washroom. Trying to get your pants unbuckled and down while holding a squirmy baby who is trying to eat the toilet paper and climb your shoulder can be quite hilarious. Good times, really.

So, we arrived safely and are now spending some quality time with the fam. It's awesome to have both sets of Parents- Dave's and mine- in the the same city. I love a change of pace, and these road trips are good for that :) I'll write more about my adventure later as I hear baby Boo starting to wake. Thanks for reading. I'm off.