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Happy Trails To You By Imma Dearest

Baruch Hashem, we had a nice chol hamoed trip to DC. Rather than bore you with my account, I figured I’d switch the tables and give the account of my 11 month old. I’ve long felt babies get the short end of the stick in traveling. Here’s proof.

7:00 a.m. I see sunlight. Time to wake up. I just love this alone time with my toys.

7 15 a.m. Wait my diaper feels yicky. AAAHHH!

7:16 a.m. Yay. It’s mama. She always has the answers. She’s taking me out. Giving me a hug. All good things. But wait…she’s taking me to the changing table. Must I always endure such humiliation.

7:20 a.m. Ok I feel better now. She’s taking me for some yogurt. Mmm. That’s the ticket. Looks like a good day ahead.

7 30 a.m. Breakfast over. Time to play. Wait a minute. What’s going on here?

7 45 a.m. I guess we’re going on a little car ride today. Nice change of pace.

8:00 a.m. My brother and sisters are asking for their favorite music. Not bad.

9:00 a.m. Again with this song? Doesn’t anyone have any taste in music in this family?

10:00 a.m. Mama and Tatty are saying something about the New Jersey Turnpike being closed. This doesn’t sound good.

11:00 a.m. We are still not moving and that horrible music is on. I think it’s time I expressed my dissatisfaction. AAAHHHH.

11:05 a.m. Yay. My favorite crackers. I just can’t get enough of these.

11 30 a.m. Getting sleepy…sleepy….

1 30 p.m. I am still in this car?!? Do they know where they’re going. Will I ever be able to walk free again?

2 00 p.m. We seem to be getting out now. Freedom. Sunshine. Wait…I’m being strapped into the stroller again. Don’t they know these feet are made for walking?

2 30 p.m. Wow, look at those planes and those rockets. Amazing. I could be here forever.

2 35 p.m. Ok. What’s next? I’m hungry and I want out of the stroller. Yay. More crackers and I’m getting to walk a little.

5 30 p.m. Back in the car. Must be time to sleep.

7 00 p.m. Hungry. If I see another cracker I’ll go crazy. We seem to be at a new  place. My mom has pizza. Yum. Wait… this isn’t New York pizza. Feh. Hungry. More yicky pizza. More spitting out. Hungry. Oh alright, I guess I have to deal with this poor substitute for pizza.

8:00 p.m. Back in the car. Hopefully we’re headed home.

8 30 p.m. This isn’t home. Bathtime but no bathtub. What’s going on here?

9 00 p.m. Mama is trying to put me in this other crib type thing. It smells…sniff…sniff. New. I’m not having it. AAAHHH

9:05 p.m. Mama is taking me into her bed. Great, must be playtime.

9:10 p.m. Mama is putting me back in that baby box. AAAHHH

9:15 p.m. Mama is taking me into her bed. Great, must be playtime.

9:20 p.m. Mama is putting me back in that baby box. AAAHHH

9:25 p.m. Mama is taking me into her bed. She doesn’t want to play though. Keeps trying to get me to have a bottle. Lights are out. May as well go shluff.

10:25 p.m. That was a great night’s sleep. Now I’m ready to go…

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