On traveling and such

In my daughter's short life, she has already done her fair share of traveling.  And let me say, the girl travels very very well.  Like me, she seems to enjoy new places, the possibility of an adventure, and just getting out and doing something.  Unfortunately, like me, she does not sleep well anywhere but her own bed.

We just returned (like less than an hour ago) from a short jaunt that involved an amazing aquarium, seeing my sister, and watching the volleyball team she coaches in action.  The aquarium?  It was fabulous, I was quite impressed.  Having been in a car for two hours (in the pouring rain) upon arrival, our girl was rip-roarin' to go.  But even so, she enjoyed the fish, waved to all of them, and even let us know she would like to pet them, or swim with them, or something other than just look at them through the glass.  We headed off to dinner then to the hotel.  Unlike the last time little one saw her auntie, this time was filled with smiles and kisses, much to auntie's delight.  And the loud gym where the games took place?  No problem for our girl!  She clapped and danced at all the right times, and better yet, my sister's team won their games!

My girl was great, except when it came time to sleep.  First of all, she is not used to being in the same room as we are, and vice versa.  Secondly, pack and play cribs completely stink when it comes to comfort level for sleep.  Our girl rolled herself into the side of that thing multiple times, and I know it's not nearly as comfortable as her crib.  Two nights in a row, she slept for about 9 hours, she usually sleeps anywhere from 12-14.  Yikes.  Nap time?  That was a no go as well.  And yet, even through that, tantrums were at a minimum, and the meltdowns she did have, we know were due to exhaustion.  And me?  I don't care how comfortable a hotel claims their bedding is?  My body never agrees.

On a side note, I'm married to one highly directionally challenged human being.  I love him, I do, and I think he's insanely intelligent, but the man can get lost, easily.  We drove from the hotel to the gym a multitude of times, and each time, I had to tell him where to go.  I'm not sure how that happens either, seeing as how intelligent he is.  Oh well, I guess too much information is overloading his brain so the GPS portion has no room to work.

We are missing my sister's final game of the tournament due to our girl's exhaustion level, but that is life with a kid.  Neither one of us can wait until we are in the same city, and able to go to each and every one of her home games.  No travel necessary, just a wonderful time rootin' for the home team.  Ah, that will be nice.