Travel Progeny

By 2g1c2 girls 1 cup

01 February


I am amazed and over­whelmed by the scope of social media and all those that exist and inter­act within.   I am not sur­prised that peo­ple need at out­let to deal with life’s chal­lenges, or that they will get answers wher­ever the seem to exist. I am stunned by indi­vid­u­als’ will­ing­ness to share.  Yet, here I am.  I am stunned by that too.

I’m sure we all have our rea­sons. My rea­son: I have always writ­ten to myself– it is how set­tle the ram­blings in my mind.  Since I have had kids I am often too tired too busy to pri­or­i­tize my scrib­bling, but as I go with­out I find it’s per­sonal time that I need.  Maybe mak­ing it my “job” will make it a pri­or­ity. Besides, what dif­fer­ence does it make?  Isn’t it just as easy to get lost in plain sight?  In the future please for­give my can­dor– I only know how to write for myself. My sis­ter says I need to travel through life with an edi­tor… and a proof­reader.  I intend to make our trav­els the focus, but the kids are in school so travel time is more lim­ited.  Besides, every­day my chil­dren make me laugh, teach me some­thing and inspire me. Every­day I pass out exhausted from the day’s jour­ney.  Every­day I learn some­thing on that jour­ney… like the road I trav­eled yes­ter­day as I got lost within labyrinth of Twit­ter.  I was totally turned around, over­whelmed and sur­prised by the pos­si­bil­i­ties.   Still, all of the while, there was one thing was cer­tain: In cyber­space I was only as lost and alone as I chose to be.  Crazy. Com­fort­ing. Slightly, or maybe very, unsettling.

30 January

sleeping on books, the 1st convert

ES and H Sleep­ing on books

We’re hav­ing a sleep­over tonight.  Noth­ing unusual… din­ner, video, bath, books, bed, ran­dom rustlings, sleep.  But then there they were, side my side, curled up together with their sleep­ing heads on books.  ES rest­ing on Lady­Bug Girl, a revived favorite, and a gift from her Papa J.  H, on Up, Up it’s Apple Pick­ing Time.

Way to spread the word, ES.  Way to take care of the lit­tle ones.

28 January

Sleeping on books

My chil­dren are ter­ri­ble sleep­ers.  They are now and they always have been.  As my sister’s chil­dren pass out on their own for long after­noon naps and again at a rea­son­able night­time hour my chil­dren linger on. Rou­tines, hours out­side hard at play, nap removal– noth­ing has helped.  I’m stick­ing with the rou­tine and hop­ing they catch on.  I don’t know what else to do. Right now G sits in his bed read­ing, fid­get­ing, and wait­ing for any­thing but sleep to happen.

Sleeping at last

Sleep­ing at last

ES has night ter­rors.  Not so long ago she would wake up in the mid­dle of the night, eyes open, scream­ing, talk­ing or cry­ing about some­thing that made no sense.  Some­times she would be walk­ing around.  It was so con­fus­ing until we fig­ured out that she was still asleep.  Then it all made sense.  I have those crazy dreams and I have as far back as I can remem­ber.  They are vivid, in color and I remem­ber them when I wake up.  They seem more tem­pered now but maybe it’s because I bet­ter under­stand what they are. Maybe it’s just because I’ve sorted out a way to cope. When I was lit­tle my mother told me that hav­ing dreams was just like watch­ing TV– that if you didn’t like what was on all you had to do was turn the chan­nel.  You turn the chan­nel flip­ping over your pil­low.  I know I did it and it com­forted me so I told ES. She’s a believer.  I heard her telling G that he didn’t need to be wor­ried about bad dreams because all he had to do was turn over his pil­low and the scary things would go away.

Last week I thought ES has fallen asleep read­ing and passed out on the open book rest­ing on her pil­low.  I go to remove it but she pops up and starts fran­ticly telling me that she needs it so that she won’t have bad dreams.  Appar­ently, if she sleeps with her head on a book she only has good dreams.  Okay.  Cleaver.  Who told her?  She says: “No one told me. One night I fell asleep on a book by acci­dent and that night I had good dreams.“  So, tonight, ES is asleep in her room on The Greedy Bee.

Maybe they are more phys­i­cally or men­tally exhausted when we travel but some­how the kids sleep bet­ter on the road.  Although my kids never had a favorite stuffed thing they car­ried every­where, I always pack a blan­ket of some sort in their back­pack.   I think it com­forts them to have their own smelly thing to cud­dle up to as the drift off to sleep. Plus it’s nice to have on a cold, ques­tion­able clean, air­plane, or train.  I guess now though I will also have to make sure we have a book.  I hope size doesn’t mat­ter.  I won­der if a mag­a­zine will work?  As always… what­ever it takes.

Sweet dreams everyone.

27 January

Our Rolling Bugs

G and his Rolling Bug

Decem­ber 2008 I took the kids up to NYC for a week.  Until this trip I had always packed a large rolling duf­fel for the whole fam­ily. Now, though,  Amer­i­can had begun charg­ing for checked bags and I felt like the kids were both big enough to han­dle their own bags.  G was only 2.5 then, just about 3′ tall so I knew I would have to choose wisely.    I always head to the store with a pretty defined idea of what I’m look­ing for.  In this case: 4 wheels, about 20″, durable, good pock­ets, adjustable han­dle, fun.  I couldn’t find what I was look­ing for, so I made it.  Okay, so I bought some­thing close and embell­ished it.  It turned out to be a really good project for my niece, A, and I who was then 10.

What we did:

The Sup­plies:

  1. I Bought 2 Sam­sonite Sahora, 20″ Suit­cases.  One Red, One Blue.  Any­thing in a solid color could work as long as it has pock­ets and attach­ments that you could work into a design.
  2. The biggest googlie eyes I could find, I think 1.5″ or 2″
  3. Felt squares. Stay away from col­ors that would show dirt.
  4. Cord­ing, or rib­bon.  about 3′ or 4′  You’re going to use this to cre­ate a pull that is attached to the side han­dle of your bag.
  5. Hot glue sticks for Fab­ric and Hot Glue Gun.  You can also use fab­ric glue  Note:  Some bags are made of nylon or other syn­thet­ics that melt.  If that is your bag plan accordingly.
  6. Sharp Scis­sors

The Steps:

Alexis and I decided that we would make the red one into a lady­bug for Ella Sophia and the blue one into a bee­tle for Grif­fin so we found pic­tures on the inter­net to work from.

Next, using our pic­tures and our imag­i­na­tion we cut felt out into the appro­pri­ate shapes and placed them onto the bags.  Once you’re happy with the place­ment glue the felt to the bag. Pay spe­cial atten­tion to the edges.  If there are any loose edges they might get caught on stuff.  The long, thin lines on the bee­tle have come loose and have had to be reglued.  The dots on the lady­bug have had no prob­lems.  Also, be care­ful when glu­ing on the googlie eyes if you use hot glue.  They are plas­tic and can melt fus­ing the google to the eye.

Finally, Iat­tach the cord­ing or rib­bon to the side han­dle.  I attached it to the metal rings that were vis­i­ble when the han­dle was extended so that the loop would not spin around. Also, make sure that the loop you cre­ate does not extend past the bot­tom of the bag when it is not being used.

The Rolling Bugs

Once the bag was done I made lug­gage tags with their pic­tures and my mobile num­ber and attached those as well.   I never put my children’s names on the out­side of any­thing where strangers could use that infor­ma­tion to pre­tend to be friends.

That’s it!  The kids love them because they are proud to pull their own bag and because of all of atten­tion it gets them at the air­port.  I love them because the kids man­age their own stuff.  I love them because they are gen­uinely easy enough to push or pull, even when fully packed, through the air­port or down the street.

26 January

The kids

G and ES @ Audubon Zoo, NOLA 2009

I am still con­sumed with under­stand­ing Word­Press and all of it’s Wid­gets and Plu­g­ins but it is time to begin writ­ing.  I’ll begin by intro­duc­ing my chil­dren, my travel com­pan­ions.  I’ll also warn you about my ques­tion­able use of punctuation.

Wak­ing up in the morn­ing is rea­son enough for my five year old ES to get fancy… the only thing bet­ter than one tutu is two… and some jew­els… and maybe a purse… and a hat… and, of course, some shiny shoes.   Any kind of appro­pri­ate out­door footwear com­pletely offends her sense of style.  Thank good­ness she’ll trek out­side in that tutu, kick of her shoes and roll around in a pile of leaves, climb a tree or bury her­self in the sand­box.  She’ll write, draw or sing songs she makes up for hours on end… unless she’s plan­ning a party. And, like all fancy girls, she dreams of being a bal­le­rina and/or a princess– as long as she doesn’t have to get mar­ried because boys are gross… espe­cially if you have to kiss them… and you have to kiss if your mar­ried so bet­ter not to risk it.  Who am I to argue with that kind of logic?

G is my lit­tle Turkey Bird… a boy in a house full of females stug­gling to be under­stood.   Okay, so I don’t think he really notices. He goes on about about his busi­ness con­fi­dent to do his own thing. Happy to ignore the obvi­ous silli­ness of being a girl unless it can be turned into an oppor­tu­nity to annoy one.  Fun is being out­side, meat, cars, balls and Layla, our Weimaraner. The other day he saw a Gym­boree ad with boys play­ing Lacrosse.  It is now his obses­sion.  I tried my default excuse: “You have to be 5 to.… play Lacrosse.” But he is not buy­ing it.  He wants to prac­tice till he’s 5.  I love it!  Do they even make lacrosse sticks that small?  I guess I’m going to find out. Yeah sports!

EllaSophia, Griffin, Sebastian, Helen and Layla the dog

ES, G, S, H and Layla our dog

I have 2 chil­dren but I have 4 at some point most days– my sister’s chil­dren: H, only 9 days older than G, and S who is 2. From the time they were born they have seen each other almost every day.  So, my sis­ter and I have 4 kids: ES(5), the twins H and G(3), and Sebas­t­ian (2).  They fight amongst them­selves but pro­tect each other from all per­ceived out­side threats– be it angry swan or mean peo­ple.  ES is their leader and she takes her job very seri­ously. Recently the twins, in their own secret lan­guage,  have begun stag­ing coups to over­throw the dic­ta­tor­ship but so far the upris­ings have been supressed.  H, is out faith­ful reporter, leav­ing no story untold. S still doesn’t have much to say but he’s going to be trou­ble– already real­iz­ing the power of cute and ES.   They are our rain­bow coali­tion and I love it!

11 January


Com­fort­able with the daily kid chal­lenge of mak­ing some­thing out of noth­ing.  Always ready to pack the kids up and and off to some­where.  Still fig­ur­ing out how to make Word­Press look and do what I would like.  Slowly…