In Which A Road Trip With My Children Gives Me Endless Material For A Blog Post

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1st day school 024smallThis week, I had occasion to spend two hours in the back of the van, squished between my two middle children. It was extremely illuminating. You know how children are always screaming, “Stop touching me!”? Yeah, I might have been heard to say that a dozen times once or twice. Nicholas, you see, felt a need to rub back and forth over a mole on my arm until it hurt, and Julianna wanted to pat my other one.

I also learned, through the ignoring of repeated instructions to “stop talking for one minute PLEASE!”, that Nicholas’ ability to rest his vocal cords is three seconds long. When he runs out of things to say, he starts warbling: “WaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAay! DuhUHuhUHuhUHuhUHuhUHuhUH!”

We pulled off for gas at the exit for the hospital where all our children were born. “Oh, I guess we’re going to have a baby tonight,” I joked. To my right, Julianna grew very still, her little face blank with intense concentration. “I’m joking, Julianna,” I said hastily. “We’re not having a baby. This is just the exit where the hospital is where we had all of you.” I looked at Nicholas, whose excitement was quickly draining. “Why, do you want another baby?”

“YEAH!” both of them chorused.

“Okay, fine,” I said, “but you guys have to change all the diapers.”

Dead silence. (Three seconds long.) Then Nicholas said, “NoooOOOOO! That’s disGUSting! YOU do the diapers, Mommy!”

“Nice,” I said. “So you guys get to play with a baby and I have to clean up all the meses. How typical.”

“Yeah!” Nicholas said. “If it’s a girl YOU change all the diapers, and if it’s a boy DADDY changes all the diapers.”

In the meantime, Alex got carsick. A lot.

We got back on the highway, and Nicholas proceeded to sing a long song about babies and diapers and who changes them, set to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner. Being accustomed to Nicholas’ unique form of storytelling, I didn’t think anything of it, until up in the front seat, my grandmother’s shoulders began to shake, soon followed by my husband’s.

He is a stitch, my third-born.

 

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11 thoughts on “In Which A Road Trip With My Children Gives Me Endless Material For A Blog Post

  1. Ha ha! Its always adventurous travelling with kids. If we can ignore all the packing and the continues ‘are we there yet’, it can be so funny! My little one starts off as soon as the car starts and until we reach our destination, he will go on and on..if he runs out of things to say, he will start saying his ABCs and even his 123s.

  2. I can commiserate with you with regards to these family roadtrips! Mia gets carsick whenever we’re in the vehicle for more than half an hour…. and if she’s feeling well and fiesty, she helps her brother unbuckle his seat-belt, roll down the back window, or start a toy fight!

  3. Oh gosh, I nearly feel off the chair from laughing so hard!!

    I can so relate to Nicholas not being able to rest his vocal chords for more than 3 seconds. That is my Andrew through and through! Seriously, from the minute he gets up until he goes to bed, he is either talking nonstop or making noise. Not to mention that sometimes he talks in his sleep!

    • Yes, Nicholas, too! I’m really thinking about this a lot lately. Don’t know if it’s just because I’ve finally reached the breaking point and I have to come to grips with it, or if it’s becoming that much more pronounced lately!

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