Baby, hold on. This is going to be a photo-heavy post about my Cape Cod trip, and it’s only the half of it!
The strange thing about traveling with your kids, other than the fact that you never rest or turn off your brain about their needs and desires, is that the ending isn’t very neat and tidy. You don’t just run through your beach house or hotel room, throwing all of your stuff into a suitcase and calling it a day. Rather you have sippy cups and stuffed animals and swim diapers scattered under beds and kitchen tables. You have kid swimsuits drying on the deck. You have your own luggage and baggage too.
You have emotions scattered in hidden places. Maybe under beds and kitchen tables, and in closets.
When you leave, it’s like a tornado being picked up, and you don’t have time, you can’t have time, to notice how you feel. That only happens when you get into the car to find Eddie Money’s “Baby Hold On” is on the radio and the baby who was up hourly through the night with a newly popped tooth is asleep before the end of the street. The four-year-old is asleep before the start of the highway. And you find yourself abandoned with your thoughts, and a half-eaten package of Pretzel Goldfish, of course.
And so I kept my thoughts locked safely in my mind, until I got to a place in which I could write them down while not driving.
So here I am. It begins.
First, I remember jumping into shared life with my second mother-in-law (yes, I have two) quite flawlessly:
Cassidy had to miss the trip because of work upheavals, and my father-in-law had an important conflict, so it was just four of us.
For four relaxing days of libraries, playgrounds, lighthouses, beach towns, and beaches. And pretzel Goldfish.
This is the view from the swings at the Truro Public Library playground:
Scarlet and Peggy (Mother-in-law II) enjoyed the ship, lighthouse, slides, and gigantic swings, while Des discovered sand throwing. It took me a really long time to get it out of his scalp and ears. I’d rather not think about that right now..
Scarlet – ever-dressed for any occasion.
Split lip. Fake tattoo. Princess dress. Sandbox? Check. Check. Check. Check. Soon after the fun really started, Des discovered he could climb out of the sandbox and teeter dangerously on the edge, so that was the end of that. Aren’t these two just the cutest?
The next day we got our only ten minutes of warm sun of the whole trip – in Provincetown.
Scarlet had a lot of fun running around and dipping her hands into a fountain – very lightly. Only once or twice! Other kids walking by smiled at her and wanted to join in, but their parents all reeled them in and said, “Don’t! That’s dirty water!” Then they all looked suspiciously at me, but I think I’m so happy-go-lucky, and so are my kids, and we’re very healthy people, so these parents walk away from us and think, “Well hey – whatever works for them, clearly seems to be working.” (at least that’s what I tell myself when my daughter plays with dirty fountain water)
Just look at her, though! That’s happy. Dirty, happy.
And as for Des? Unamused.
And that was only the first two days! Up next – lighthouses, beaches, tiaras, (fake) turtles, (real) crabs and more! Discovery and adventure!
…To be continued.
“Baby hold on to me
Whatever will be, will be
The future is ours to see
When you hold on to me” — Eddie Money