Are my parents crazy?
I had no way to know just what was in store for me today. In yesterday’s blog, I noted a definite difference in my parents’ behavior and activities, but I had no idea what it was all about. I had breakfast really early today, at about 5:45. As soon as I finished Mom rushed me downstairs and put me into my car seat. So, I figured, I must have a doctor’s appointment, since 2/3 of the time I’ve ever been in a car it’s been to go to the doctor.
I noticed something was up when Mom got into the driver’s seat and Nana sat in the back with me. Where was Dad? Dad?! Anyway, if you’re a regular of my blog, you’ve probably already guessed that I decided to just go to sleep. I figured someone would wake me up if anything interesting happened.
Well, something interesting happened. Mom drove us to O’Hare and then I saw Dad and Grandpa pull up behind us. Mom put me in my stroller and walked inside while Dad, Grandpa, and Nana unloaded what seemed like a million suitcases, bags, and boxes from the two cars. Mom & Dad put four of our biggest bags into a funny looking machine. Dad pushed the other four bags on a metal cart and Mom pushed me in my stroller. Mom & Dad seemed very relieved to have gotten rid of those bags. I wonder where they went…
Mom & Dad had to show their drivers’ licenses to someone who stared at them for what seemed like an eternity. Then Dad disassembled the four little bags he was carrying – taking out three laptops and a zip-top bag – while Mom carried me through a funny-looking rectangle. The poor people in line behind Dad must have been so frustrated, but they all seemed so nice because I was so little (I bet it didn’t help that I’m pretty cute!). Something in one of Dad’s bags must have been pretty suspicious because someone stared at a picture of it forever before letting Dad have it back. Mom & Dad seemed to be on cloud nine. I still had no clue what was going on.
We went and stood by a sign that said “E8” for almost an hour. Mom rocked my stroller, seemingly very interested in keeping me asleep. I opened an eyelid every now and then to make sure I was taking everything in for my blog, but kept them happy by staying asleep. Mom, Dad, and I then boarded JetBlue Flight 908 to some place called New York City. It’s nice that we’re going somewhere “new” – Chicago does seem pretty old.
I sat in seat 23A, in Mom’s lap. Mom seemed really, really interested in getting me to eat as soon as a very loud man said “we’re third in line for take-off.” Come on, I don’t feed on command. So, instead of getting to eat, I got a strange piece of silicone inserted in my mouth. At first it felt kind of weird, but I really liked it and I sucked on it for about half an hour. It had now been over four hours since breakfast and I was starting to get a bit hungry.
Dad took me into a really small room and laid me on a really hard surface to change my diaper, which he did in record time. I came back out and after Dad created a makeshift curtain out of my blanket, I had my mid-morning snack with Mom.
The rest of my flight went by uneventfully. Mom tried to feed me during the descent but it was a bit too bumpy. Dad convinced me to try the pacifier again and I laid in his lap until we touched down at JFK. We waited for everyone else to de-plane and I got a bunch of compliments from the JetBlue staff on my way off.
We got our bags and met a blue minivan to take us to our new home. About an hour later, we arrived at our new apartment. Dad went to the office to pick up the keys and we walked right in. I was so hungry! I hadn’t had a real meal since 5:45 am. While I was eating with Mom, Dad set up my new play yard which will be my primary hangout while I’m in NYC.
I ate and slept and ate and slept (hey, I didn’t do much of either on the trip). Since Dad had to go to work, we decided to go to sleep around 10:00 for the night, rather than midnight, like usual.
But I wasn’t going to let them get off the hook that easily. Oh no.
I got up around 12:45 and ate (so much for going to sleep “for the night”). Mom tried to get me to go back to sleep, but I stayed awake until 2:15. I’m sure Mom thought she was going to get a few hours of sleep. Oh no.
I woke up less than 2 hours later (around 3:45 am). Mom tried to change me in the dark. Not only was Dad too tired to get up and help (thanks a lot!), but he almost kicked me in the head in mid-change. Mom didn’t have the new diaper properly aligned under my dirty one (Mom – try turning on a light next time!). My loyal blog readers will know what I did — I peed! All over Mom’s hand, my outfit, the new diaper, the old diaper, the changing pad, and anything else within pee-shot.
Mom was so sad! I even heard her say a word that I had previously only heard Dad say!
I ate and didn’t go back to sleep until 5:30…and then I woke up again at 6:15! Poor Mom didn’t get any sleep. Dad? He didn’t wake up once…
margaretyagan 
