Baby on board
Once you've traveled with an infant, everything else is a piece of cake.
Last weekend, my daughter, her husband, and our 8-month-old grandson came to visit. Because this is their first baby, under state law, they are required to bring everything that their baby might need ... ever. So we were not surprised when a 24-foot moving van pulled into our driveway.
"Wow, that's one cute baby," one of the movers commented after unloading the truck. "Give us a call the next time they visit – we love moving baby stuff. It's nice and light."
I chuckled as I waved them out of my yard and sighed with nostalgia remembering the days my husband and I traveled with babies. By the time our second daughter was born, the expression, "we're going to need a bigger boat," became our mantra. And when baby No. 3 arrived, we stopped traveling any farther than our own backyard – and some days we didn't even make it that far.
"Come see your grandma," I said to my grandson as I navigated around clothes baskets and toys. Within minutes, my daughter had not only arranged, organized, and decorated the guest room for maximum baby appeal and comfort, but she had transformed our house into a playground that would have made Disney jealous.
"Where's the hamper?" my husband asked.
"It's part of the rain forest," I responded pointing toward the living room where our grandson was currently on safari. "Hope you don't mind donating a few shoes, we needed some baby hippos to add to the atmosphere."
"Fine, but does he need to be sitting in my briefcase?" my husband queried before surrendering to the situation. "Hey, is he really playing with my laptop?"
"Don't worry," I said. "We're just using it for the controls on his boat. Mostly the baby is just sucking some of the letters on the keyboard. It will be fine."