This weekend, we took a teeny, tiny vacation to Rhinebeck, NY, the same quiet town Chelsea Clinton got married it. It smelled good, had a nil downtown scene, and greatly reminded me of the suburbs of New Jersey, but with nice nature trails. We ate well, jogged, read, wrote, slept, and wrestled a lot with Baby.
Baby, or Conan the Destroyer as he likes to go by at home, has entered a stage where he is an adorable…maniac. He also cannot stand diaper changes, which is challenging since Baby and I seem to now be equal in muscle strength. At one point, we went to lunch Husband’s friends at the Culinary Institute of America (they have a campus with restaurants for the public), and I felt like I was in The Sopranos. You know how they cut away from a family having a quiet, civilized dinner in a nice restaurant with a guy getting assassinated in the men’s room with a telephone wire? That was our lunch — Husband with friends, me versus Baby in the bathroom for the diaper change. I swear I had to chase him around the stalls and he tore off the straps of my dress in our tussle. I am so freaking tired.
Still, it’s rude to complain about any kind of vacation, and as short and as demanding as some parts of that trip was, I still feel refreshed and focused for the day job. And you know what else? Now I truly am grateful we traveled to the D.R. when he was a little lump we could pass around like a UPS parcel. There’s no way this restless tyke would stand for that now.
So, um, just wondering… how did you get stuck in the bathroom with Baby while Husband got to enjoy a leisurely meal? And can Husband give me some tips on how to do that, since I change the lion’s share of the diapers around here?
you do? you’re a stud! Husband got out of it b/c i was being “nice” — we were meeting with his friends whom he hadn’t seen in a while. and honestly, they are pleasant, but i also didn’t have any small talk in me. i was burned out from baby wrestling
T! Who’s side are you on?? Don’t give away state secrets!!!