Parenting is one of
the few jobs that offer a non-stop schedule, which is why vacations are most
important. I need those breaks, those
vacations, to reveal another side of me to Jonah, so that I am not just a
parent who is always “on”, performing my professional job.
I learned a few words on vacation.
First Magic
Word: Snugli. The Snugli is a device that allows the
parent—me and Sunday—to carry the child—Jonah—without having to use hands or
arms. It is backpack in nature, allowing
Jonah’s arms and legs to move freely while the torso and bottom are safely and
firmly affixed to the chest of the parent.
(Word of caution: if Snugli is
used by the male parent, the swinging, kicking, thrashing legs could cause
severe damage to said parent’s “region.”
Watch out). To the uninitiated,
the Snugli is a mechanism for geeks, a prop for those who wish to continue in
their vast and dense nerditude. I once
thought like the majority of society when I looked at the Snugli users of the
world and sneered. I have quickly
changed my ways.
As I walked through
the airport terminal, I noticed that people were looking at Jonah as he smiled
and drooled in response. I looked down
and he looked up with a grin on his face that said: “Look at me.
I got a pimped-out ride here and all the ladies are checkin me
out.” As we walked through the terminal,
I imagined Jonah with a velvet hat with a peacock feather in the side, platform
shoes, and velour bell-bottoms with a white belt. My man was getting the attention he believes
he deserves and he was loving it. I was
enjoying it, too.
Second Magic
Word: Large Stroller. Taking a baby on vacation requires a tad more
than the usual two pairs of underwear, swimsuit and sunscreen I like to take on
the other vacations we’ve been on. I
know what you’re thinking: now that we
have a baby, a little more packing may be required, and you’re right. To complete the hefty task of packing for
Jonah and carrying the luggage to and from the airport, we requested the
assistance of the 101st airborne division for logistical and
on-the-ground support. That little guy
has some stuff. I looked in his cabinet
the other day and he has shoes.
SHOES! My boy can’t walk yet and
he has shoes. Why do we have something
that he can’t yet use? Why don’t we just
go ahead and buy him a toothbrush, a moped, and a shaving kit while we’re at
it? Crazy. Anyway, the insanity didn’t stop as we packed
for him, mainly because he still poops his pants, so we had to take diapers,
wipes and tarpaulins to use while we clean up his bottom.
To save his stuff
and our backs, the stroller helped a ton.
We would throw J-Dawg in the Snugli and pile all the bags in the
stroller. As we traveled throughout the
airport, we would get scowls and nasty glances from people who realized that we
had outsmarted them! It was great. We put Jonah on Sunday’s back and I pushed
all the carry-ons in the stroller.
Terrific! I was relieved while
Sunday experienced back and shoulder pain from Jonah’s hefty size. Brilliant!
Do you get the feeling that Sunday got the raw end of the deal?
Third Magic
Word: Swimmers (and Floaties). Obviously, going to Aruba encouraged fun
times in the pool and the ocean. Sunday
and I can swim, but Jonah has not taken himself down to the “Y” for lessons, so
we had to think of other ways to keep him afloat. Sunday bought something called lil’ swimmers
that act as both diaper and swimsuit. I
know that these products bring a sense of relief to the parent who absolutely
MUST have her child in the pool by six weeks of age. My opinion differed somewhat. I don’t really know if everyone has this reaction,
but when I see a baby in a pool I think one of two thoughts: one is, hey isn’t that neat? The baby is in the pool. That must be a wonderful time for parent and
child to bond in the cool waters of love.
My other thought is, eeewww! To
be honest, when we took Jonah swimming in his lil’ swimmers, I couldn’t get the
eeewww reaction out of my head. Although
his cute little head and arms and legs bobbed up and down gently, I knew that
the grunts he was voicing were not the usual, “Hey this water feels great!”
grunt. He was working on something while
he was in the pool and while the package said that everything would be fine, I
doubted it. In fact, I was afraid that
his little head and arms and legs weren’t going to be the only things gently bobbing
up and down in the pool.
Now that I’m a
parent, I recognize the value of taking breaks.
At the end of Jonah’s third month, he went on vacation with us. We went to Aruba, and, to be honest, I had my
doubts about taking a three-month-old child to a foreign island paradise. Bringing
Jonah on vacation was great, though, and I am glad we did it.
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