Julian was kind enough to point out to me tonight that I've been slacking off on the blogging again. He is most certainly right, and I shall try to remedy that. Tomorrow. Tonight I am just sitting in our sukkah (our first!), enjoying my leftover desserts and a relaxing foot-soak, and using our spiffy wireless access for mindless, aimless web-surfing.
Right. Substance to follow.
Once you have packed the necessary baby items into your (rather roomy) car, you're lucky if you have enough space to squeeze in a couple of changes of clothes for yourselves. Note that "necessary baby items" does not include Pack-N-Plays, as these were provided for us at our destination (Grandma and Grandpa's house).
The drive to New York takes at least twice as long with two babies in the car. (Thus our first demonstration of the difference between "textbook learning" and "experiential learning.")
If you have your babies in the car for ten minutes during their usual "wakeful" period mid-morning and are heading home for a nap so you can get some things done, they will fall asleep in the car and cry inconsolably if you take them upstairs. If you have your babies in the car for a long drive and it is the beginning of their usual naptime and you desperately want them to sleep so you can get some real driving done - ha.
Someone will decide that it's time to nurse or have a new diaper precisely one-eighth of a mile after the rest stop.
No toy on the floor is nearly as attractive to a little girl who knows how to crawl as the black plastic sheeting underneath the high chairs.
The black plastic sheeting underneath the high chairs is completely useless if your kid has a good pitching arm.
Baby-led weaning is a wonderful way to impress the grandparents...
...if your kids actually bother to eat.
Sometimes praying for good weather really does work, even in the face of a thunderstorm forecast.
When putting sunblock on a seven-month-old, there is no need to worry about applying it at least fifteen minutes prior to sun exposure. You will certainly encounter some issue preventing you from going outside before this time has elapsed.
In order to respect the laws of tzniut while swimming, I had to bend the rules of beged ish.
Splashing in the bath = fun.
Splashing in the pool = somewhat less fun.
Splashing in the ocean = get me the hell out of here.
Seagulls like poopy diapers.
Whoever invented a hand-held showerhead that can be propped about 30 inches above the floor - perfect baby-showering height - should be awarded a gold star.
Sunhats are for sissies. Mommy and Daddy will make you wear them anyway.
If you're dumb enough to stay at the beach house until almost five o'clock before driving over an hour to Brooklyn and you think your kids will stay awake so that you can put them to bed on time when you get there, then you'll totally get what you deserve.
The quality of takeout sushi is inversely proportional to the quality of the chopsticks provided.
Just because your son has peed once since you took off his diaper (and you caught it before he got his shirt) doesn't mean he won't do it again. (Note: this is a review lesson from last semester.)
When attending "an affair" with your children, be sure that all the spare outfits you've stashed in your various diaper bags and changing kits are of an appropriately dressy standard.
My children can sleep through anything (but only if they want to).
Bar mitzvah party games have gotten awfully complicated. I( don't recall scavenger hunts including a hundred-dollar bill, an American Express card, and a diamond engagement ring (may be retrieved with finger still attached)?
I still know how to dance Yoya.
I would say that I've discovered I'm too old for Yoya, except the bar mitzvah boy's mother was totally kicking it and I'm pretty sure she has a couple of years on me.
Teething pain waits for no man.
It's not the constantly changing locations that throws off the babies' sleep patterns - it's the amount of time it takes to effect each move.
Do not offer your babies blueberries first at breakfast if you want them to eat anything else.
Don't think you've escaped the annoying-music phenomenon just because you've gotten your children used to listening to stuff you like rather than kids' music. You can grow violently ill listening to even your favorite song for the thirty-seventh time in a row.
The tethers that go from the back of the convertible carseat to the anchor behind the rear headrest make excellent handholds for a baby who has just learned to stand. (Car not in motion, of course.)
Said baby who has just learned to stand will generally be unwilling to stop standing so you can buckle him in and get back on the road.
Eventually, said baby's sister will decide that she wants to stand, too.
With the proper breathing techniques, you can drive for a shockingly long period of time with a screaming wanting-to-stand baby (or two) in the car.
A parking lot outside a sewage treatment plant is not really the optimal place to try to lull your daughter to sleep.
It is possible for an exhausted mommy to squeeze into the backseat between two rear-facing Britax Roundabouts and read book after book while managing pacifier replacement to the left and head-stroking to the right - but it's not easy.
There's no place like home.
