Should be organizing, packing, planning. Instead I’m sitting here on my big tired butt. In general I’ve been getting much better sleep lately, courtesy of a most likely temporary phase of better sleeping by Noah. But today I’m just utterly wiped out. But the packing and the planning! Can you imagine how much stuff two adults and one toddler need for a weeks washing machine-less vacation? Forget all the clothes – what about the toys, the snacks, the plates, the monitor, the boppy, the stroller etc. I think we’ll need a caravan of Bedouins to help us take our luggage to the check-in counter. We’re gonna need a vacation after getting ready for this vacation. Convenient that it works out that way.
Today we went to Trader Joe’s to buy the boy some snacks for the trip. Though I’ve been told the resort gives us around the clock access to fries and hamburgers, I wanted to bring some dried fruit and crackers for some healthier beachy type snacks. Right next to the Trader Joe’s is a construction site and after shopping Noah and I spent about 20 minutes watching the big machines move dirt and stone around. Thrilling.
Have I yet revealed to you the saga of the sandals? Several weeks ago my Mom bought Noah a pair of sandals and when I tried to put them on his little feet he cried. In the intervening weeks I would occasionally ask him if he wanted to wear his sandals and his response was always a vehement No. When Janette was here last Friday she and I coaxed him into trying them out again, what with all our “WOW! Aren’t they cute? Noah can I see them on you?” And when I got them on his feet he refused to walk. He stood very still pointing at his feet, crying. He even bent down to crawl rather than take one step in those evil toe-baring monstrosities. I thought part of the problem may be that the soles of the sandals were very high and also not very flexible so maybe another pair of sandals would do the trick. On Tuesday I babysat Frannie for a few hours and when Susan came to get her she offered to let Noah try on Frannie’s sandals. Still no go. It was now obvious that Noah just wasn’t enthused about being able to see his toes while he was wearing shoes. I got him a pair of more flexible sandals and he’s been wearing them (GASP!) with socks. He still doesn’t LOVE them but it’s getting better. And hopefully I’ll soon be able to ditch the socks. Meanwhile – I’m certain that the sandal issues are handed down in the genetic material of the Eggerts men. I got Mark a pair of more durable flip flops and last night realized he doesn’t know how to walk in them. It’s quite funny to me, though Mark isn’t too keen on me poking fun at him. (Hi honey!) In general I’ll admit to not liking men in sandals but when you’re going to the beach they are a necessity. Is there some sort of class he can take? Pointers, anyone?