Ohhhh the joys of parenting a toddler. They are so much fun and so much work.
Take, for example, said toddler on vacation.
Who learns, quite quickly, that she’s mobile enough to try to get her way.
This would be Little O after six time-outs in a row one morning. She wanted to go to the beach, but wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to sunscreen her without hitting and/or hair-pulling her dear momma.
So after being put into time-out again and again, Little O decided she didn’t need us. She could walk to the beach herself.
Not quite, little one. But her brave attempt at I-don’t-need-you-guys was kind of endearing, so we let it play out for a few minutes. Luckily she couldn’t quite get the door open, so we were able to reign her in, calm her down and finally leave the house once things were under control.
We also had a few showdowns on the actual beach.
Does this scene look familiar to parents of toddlers out there?
Meltdown. On the middle of the beach, in front of everyone.
Resulting in the Hubs having to remove Little O from the situation while other beach-goers shot us sympathetic looks.
Somewhat equivalent to the removing-screaming-child-from-restaurant walk of shame that we’ve all had to endure on one occasion or another.
At least the beach was windy enough to drown out Little O’s meltdown a bit…
And last, but certainly not least, is sweet Baby H. She did fantastically on vacation and really was such a trooper– she happily played on the beach, went along with our trips to the theme park for Little O and in general, was quite a honey bunny to be around.
Except at 6:15 a.m. Every single day.
Like clockwork, every morning I’d hear a scratch scratch scratch right at 6:15. Baby H was awake, cooing and scratching the side of her pack n play.
This is coming from a momma whose normal day starts around 8:30 a.m. I’m barely functioning at 6:15. Especially on vacation.
So I did what any other exhausted momma would do. I stumbled downstairs, warmed up a bottle, changed Baby H’s diaper, fed her and popped her back into her pack n play by 7. Usually she’d chatter for a minute or two and fall back asleep. I’d sigh with relief and snuggle into my own bed…only to be woken up by Little O minutes later.
You see, my friends, our children apparently reset their clocks while we were on vacation. Determined not to miss a minute of the beach, they insisted on starting our day hours earlier than normal.
But with faces this cute, who could say no?
All in all, we got through it– and with a smile on our faces. The temper tantrums, the public meltdowns, the extremely early mornings– it was all part of the experience.
And at the end of the day, we had an incredible time.
All of the little hiccups along the way just added to the experience. To the challenge of raising a toddler, the territory of traveling with a baby.
And you know what? We wouldn’t have it any other way.
Counting My Kisses: I’m really proud of the Hubs & I for taking the girls on this trip. It wasn’t easy– and some days, it wasn’t pretty– but when all was said and done, we looked at each other at the end of the trip and decided that we’d do it all over again. It was a challenge, yes, but one that we’re really happy we took on. We also we lucky enough to have extra hands to help us while we were there– a definite Godsend! The memories we made with our girls was worth the effort a thousand times over.