It turns out Spud is a better traveller than I am. He sleeps soundly on planes, where I doze and dream fitfully. He is calm and unworried when navigating airport security, train transfers, and car rentals. I wait tiredly, walk briskly with heart pounding, talk quickly. Spud looks at the overhead lights, smiles at the people behind me*, gurgles at Pea (who is doing better than me but not as well as Spud. Neither of them get hangry, so I am the only one needing to be plied with food to maintain familial harmony).
Spud likes to hang out in the stroller, or the carrier, or our laps, or the travel crib, or the floor of various apartments. He especially likes to jump in our laps: if home, he’d be trying out the Jolly Jumper. Since we are traveling, WE are the Jolly Jumper machinery. He also really likes being in the stroller on cobblestones, despite the online review of our stroller that said “not good over cobblestones”. Pea and I agree with the review. Spud emphatically does not.
He doesn’t seem to like the (front-facing, difficult to tighten, disaster of a) car seat we have here in Icy Yet Greener Than Neighbouring Island, which may prove troubling, but which may just have been the fact that neither doting parent noticed his diaper was dirty. It is early days.
Spud has slept through several famous churches, two scenic walks with his dad while I was at work, the foyer of the Nobel museum**, a palace, and exactly zero restaurant meals. He has cried through exactly 0.25 restaurant meals, and is instead adept at surprising us with his reach, each day able to grab something we thought was far enough away. I have spilled three things on restaurant tables, Spud has spilled two: he’s winning there too.
We are slightly under halfway through this trip, and I must say, it is going swimmingly. Today was our first full day in Icy territory, and it was more challenging. The car to carrier transition is awkward with me having to remove my layers, which, as it is cold with driving rain, isn’t much fun to do frequently. We adjusted, and stopped bringing Spud out to see all the neat formations, and instead now take turns at the shorter stops and just let him stay in the car. The weather is meant to hold at cold with occasional rain for the next nine days. One can see why this island is famous for their woolen sweaters.
* to navigate airports, Spud is on me in a carrier, and Pea is pushing the stroller loaded with our bags. The stroller is a piece of crap, and I hate many aspects of its design, but as a last-minute logistics-based purchase when I was freaking out about this trip, it is a godsend. It has paid us back its price in full several times over for helping us get where we need to go, giving us somewhere to put our giant baby down, and as a mostly-sun-shaded hangout for Spud. Even once, on a commuter rail train with no bathroom, it has acted as a change table.
** Me: this is expensive for what looks like a very boring display.
Pea: we can come back once you have your Nobel, then it will be more interesting!