What Would You Have Done?

Durel and I just got back from a fabulous long weekend at the beach with my parents.  We had a gorgeous beach house, yummy seafood, an infinity pool ... in other words, it rocked.

The other thing that rocked about it was that Jack could actually get into the water, be it Gulf or pool.  If you cast your memories back to our other (lovely) vacation in Florida this summer, Jack was doing his best Peg Leg impression a cast on his broken leg.  That meant that beach, pool, and bath (all forms of water, in fact), were off limits to him.

Oh how I love the Interwebs.  Seriously.

You may also recall that our trip to Florida has gone down in the annals of history as Toddlerpocalypse.  This is because, well, just read about it here.  I can't even bear to recap except to say:  We flew.  It sucked.

For this trip, we drove.  We tried to outsmart Jack, based on our last experience.  We worked full days at the office.  We came home and fed Jack dinner.  We got him ready for bed, including overnight diaper and jammie jams.  Then, we loaded his (tired) little toddler butt into the car for the four hour drive to our waterfront destination.  

Needless to say, our thought was that after a full day at school, rollin' with his homies, a dinner and his pj's, he would sleep.

Did he sleep?  No.

What did he do?  

Did I stop him?  No.

Why?  Because he wasn't crying.

What would you have done?

Have you read about the Toddlerpocalypse yet?

If not, go back, read it, and then ask yourself again:  What would you have done?

I thought not,
Heather