It
was not like that. Not at all. Well, there was a little screaming. But not as
much as I feared. We made our first 'long' trip safely and securely, and it only
took five hours.
My
mother's birthday was Saturday, and as a gift, Fox and I decided to take the
boys to New York for the festivities. Mom, Dad, and my grandmother had yet to
meet little Kit face-to-face, owing to crazy schedules and my father's continued
poor health. This was a wonderful opportunity, and so we took it. Fox and I had
a bit of trepidation. We had mastered traveling with Thorn, or, rather, he had
mastered traveling on his own, and we were the beneficiaries of his skills.
Kit, on the other hand, is still in the stage where life revolves around naps
and nipples. He is also not fond of the car seat, preferring warm arms and
plenty of snuggling. Still, we wanted to do this, and determined we packed the
car on Saturday morning and began the trip.
Kit
did better than I could have imagined, and Thorn was perfect. He did not fuss.
He did not complain or whine. He occupied himself with cars and trucks, and
when automobiles lost their allure, he chatted with Fox and me. His
conversational skill has improved dramatically. When he speaks of the cars he
sees, or reads the letters on road signs, I am awestruck that less than a year
ago his only words of note were 'dog' and 'dada'. So many words are spoken now,
from simple things like 'book' to strange words like 'Narwhal'. And he gains
more each day.
We
had an excellent time in New York. Thorn enjoyed the cake that was made
especially for him, and my mother seemed to have a marvelous birthday. Kit was
adorable, and barely fussed at all. He traveled from one pair of loving hands
to another, and was content in all. We left yesterday, and while the journey
home was rougher than the journey to New York, I still have very little to
complain about.
These
boys were meant to travel. Next trip? Cincinnati.
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