note: I started this nearly two months ago. Um, now four months ago. Oops.
I’m currently sitting on a porch swing in Denver, CO, valiantly trying to type this post on an iPad. We’ll see how well I do in the 5-who knows how many minutes until Ike wakes up.
Since my husband and I both teach in the same school district, we are quite fortunate to get coordinating spring breaks. Because his grandmothers are getting on in years, we decided that we would spend spring break taking Ike to meet his great grandmothers and visiting my husband’s parents.
My husband hates to fly. As in, anxiety riddled, permeating every facet of his life in the weeks leading up to take-off. I used to be this way but I’ve gotten better over the years and wrangling a 20 month old doesn’t leave much time to indulge in my panic.
We left super early last Saturday and after a fairly decent flight we arrived to waiting family who were so excited that Ike recognized them and called them by name (G.G. & Pop). We enjoyed spending a glorious 80 degree day with them and headed to bed early enough that we wouldn’t be dying at our 6:30am departure for Gettysburg, South Dakota.
Yes, we are those people. The people who pack up a vehicle with three generations of family intent upon a 10ish hour road trip. Z and I had no idea how Ike would handle being strapped into his car seat for such a long trip. Thankfully, he surpassed our best expectations. Since he is still nursing, I did have to figure out a way to give him his “muck” while he remained strapped in his chair. Thankfully, we managed and did not have to stop more than planned.
My in-laws were so gracious to do all the driving which enabled Z and I to sit in the back and entertain Ike. Before this trip I was one of those people who was certain that Ike would not rely on electronics other than an mp3 player to get him through the long car trips we would inevitably take in his life. If looking out the window, reading, and >gasp< talking were good enough for me, they are good enough for him! Oh, how I have had to eat my words. You know what? They taste like cake. Gluten-free cake to be exact.
Thankfully, Z and his mom are more sane than I and between the two of them we had train videos, noise-making books and all the toys and “hnacks” (snacks) a little boy could want.
We pulled into S.D. and headed straight to see “Nana,” Z’s maternal grandmother. Ike warmed up very quickly (possibly because of the M&Ms she gave him, or maybe it was the “wawat” (rabbit) that won him over).
We took Nana out to dinner in the next town over. Ike’s favorite part was wheeling her to and from the table. When we woke the next morning the beautifully warm weather had turned cold and very windy. As I watched the wind whipping in all directions through the tall grass, I thought how Laura Ingalls would have experienced the same spring weather. I was wistful for a life I have never known (and began to wonder just where I had put my Little House on the Prairie books).
We spent the next day with Nana and enjoyed every minute she and Ike were able to be together. Hilarious stories were retold about how a very young Z. locked her out of the house so he could eat all the M&Ms, or requested steak for dinner. While it was a short visit, many memories were made (and pictures taken). The next morning we said goodbye to Nana, loaded up the car and headed back to Denver. Part 1 of Grandma Tour 2012 was over.