Umm… Is this suppose to be a vacation?
My kids are waging some kind of Boca-crazed, caffeine junky-like nap rebellion. 14 month-old Summer, who normally treats herself to two naps daily, is averaging, um, none. Dylan, too, is skipping her afternoon siesta. Instead, the two girls are constantly in the midst of tearful breakdowns because they are completely exhausted and drained.
Rick and I are about the same.
Finally, finally, finally…
… they both conk out on the way to the park. I’m starting to understand why you suburban mamas love your cars.
So we drive and drive those beautiful sleeping angels until damn eco-guilt takes hold. Not to mention what it’s costing us in gas. We park the car, shut off the engine and within minutes…. both girls are awake and nudgy.
Did we miss Parenting 101? Nap rule No. 1: Never turn off the car! Such a dumb, rookie mistake.
I’ve been driving the girls a lot this vacation. The first morning of our trip, I put Dylan and Summer in the car to take them to Starbucks, 3 1/2 year-old Dylan says, “Mommies don’t drive. Only daddies.”
Apparently, I’ve been letting Rick do the bulk of the driving over the past several years.
I am suddenly horrified that even though there is a female candidate for President of the United States, my daughter thinks only men know how to operate a motor vehicle.
I think I’ll be chauffeuring Rick and the girls around until I can adequately reassure my toddler that mommies do indeed possess this ability.
I’ve noticed that Boca Raton has a lot of valet service going on. I’ve never been too comfortable with the whole valet thing. Trade your car to a stranger for a paper ticket. Hope that stranger is willing to trade again when you come back.
In theory, it does seem extremely convenient. But I think valet service is like a sweet boyfriend who treats you well at first and then ends up leaving you, weeping at the curb.
Here’s my proof: I went to this ladies’ Jewish Federation luncheon today as the guest of Rick’s cousin, Wendi. I completely underestimated the dress for this event and felt so silly and juvenile in a skirt and flats. I needed closed toe heels, at least one silk garment, a Chanel bag (which I don’t actually own) and maybe a little something done on my face.
But Camyrn Manheim, formerly of “The Practice,” was such a brilliant and humorous keynote speaker that I almost forgot I was sans my nonexistent Chanel bag.
Despite my inappropriate dress, I did make one smart move.
I parked myself.
So after the luncheon, while streams and streams of these coiffed women collected by the curb, waiting for their turn with one of the valet guys, I had already driven off into the Boca skyline.
Not only am I cruising around town like a cool suburban mama, I finally tried this Wii sensation at Wendi’s house.
Not a video game girl, I couldn’t imagine what all the hubbub was about.
ooooh sista. That Wii is good stuff.
In the spirit of Super Tuesday 2, I’ll vote for whichever candidate buys me a Wii.
mama bird notes
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The giveaway includes:
Burberry “The Beat” Eau De Parfum
The SwaddleKeeper blanket with newborn head support
The children’s book, “Monkey and the Engineer”, based on the lyrics of the popular Grateful Dead song (lyrics + story by Jesse Fuller).
Teething Bling by Smart Mom.