Friday, May 25th, 2012
Well, we did it. The four of us took a road trip (read about the prep).
“Fun” is a relative word in motherhood. But even so, yes, it was fun. Not to be confused with relaxing or restful. Especially the last day–ill-planned–that put us in the car for 6+ hours in the desert heat. My poor babes were such troopers. All that matters is we survived and that yes, Fia had fun. And we had fun watching her have fun. That’s how I think I’ll define vacation from now on. (Em just chilled…)
Getting Ready To Roadtrip
In line at Disney
On Dumbo with Dad
Cooling Off at Hotel
Joshua Tree at 102-degrees
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Begging Fia to sleep on car ride home....Nope.
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Sunday, August 7th, 2011
Showtime at Sesame Place
I finally broke down and did it. Became that person I never thought I’d be. I took Fia to Sesame Place. I think it may have been the best day of her little life thus far. The crazy thing is, it was one of my best too.
It was swelteringly hot with lots of crowds and crappy food courts. Basically everything I hate about amusement parks.
But seeing the look on her face when she saw Elmo in real life—(to quote the credit card ad) priceless. We were watching one of the many live shows and when he took the stage, her little 19-month-old body jumped up on the bench and started screaming and pointing “Elmo! Elmo!” I just sat there and watched her joy.
It must be how I look and act at a Madonna concert—though Fia’s much cuter in her innocent enthusiasm. And sober.
At another show she was in such a state of awe, she just sat there, jaw open, eyes wide–mesmerized. During the parade she was on my shoulders, pointing and shouting again. Cookie monster came by and high fived her. I debated ever washing her hands again.
Sesame Place Parade
There are really no words to describe what happens when you become a parent. And what happens when you live life through your children’s eyes. I get so happy seeing her happy, it makes me physically weak.
I often wonder if men have same physiological reaction that women do when it comes to their kids. I know my husband can’t get enough of Fia. And when she hugs him or laughs at him, I can see him melt. But do they feel it in the same primal way as we do? Or is it different? I’ve asked him, but because he can’t walk in my shoes, he doesn’t know. He just knows he’s head over heels. None of this matters. Love isn’t a contest. I’m just curious if anyone can love her as strongly and deeply as I do.
At any rate, I told Phil he has to take a day off work in the next couple months and go to Sesame Place with us. He has to experience her in this fairytale of amusement park horrors. Then we can both officially become the people we never thought we’d be: Parents.
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