Travel Progeny

By 2g1c2 girls 1 cup

10 February
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Bobbleheads in transit

We’re dri­ving to NOLA tomor­row– it’s 10 hours in the car.  The kids always have a note­book and crayons to keep them busy. But, besides the old stan­dards, the kids get a some­thing new for the trip– it makes all the difference.

Some­times they get to buy some­thing.  About a week before depar­ture we all head to the store and they get to spend around five bucks on some­thing that can fit into their back­pack. They know they won’t see it again until we are on the plane or in the car.  ES always picks a Lit­tlest Pet­shop Pet. We call them Bob­ble­heads.  I’m not a fan of those trashy Bratz that are sup­pose to be thir own­ers– they are not now nor will they ever be wel­come in my home. These pets of theirs though I have come to love. They are travel size, can go to the pool or beach or tub and are per­fectly happy in what­ever imag­i­nary world ES can think up.  Even G likes them– although he gen­er­ally chooses cars.  If I can remem­ber to plan far enough ahead the old Bob­ble­heads or select favorite cars dis­ap­pear so that they get to be redis­cov­ered on the trip.

bobbleheads

Other times we’ll make an activ­ity book together. ES gets a lot more out of this on the road than G does, but the assem­bly at home is half the fun any­way.  Both G and ES like to sort through all of the print­able pos­si­bil­i­ties on the inter­net.  The kids have small back­packs so stan­dard size paper is too big. Instead of print­ing our finds I save the images, then reduce and arrange them so that I can posi­tion 2 on each side of a page.  I started with a small 3 ring binder but that takes up too much space in their back­pack so instead they just have a clip­board.  The pages need to be together in some way– loose sheets are ask­ing for a mess. Now we either cut the pages in half and sta­ple them together or fold the pages in half, punch a cou­ple of holes in the spine and weave some rib­bon or string though those holes.

Get­ting some­thing at the air­port just has not worked as well. Not only do they think that buy­ing stuff at the air­port is part of trav­el­ing, they also just seem to get bored of it sooner, totally defeat­ing the pur­pose of schleping it in the first place.  Ulti­mately, for my chil­dren, what it is isn’t so impor­tant as the antic­i­pa­tion, the pride of cre­ation or the joy of a favorite found.

Bob­ble­heads and bags are packed– just hop­ing for an ice free 55.