Now that we have a child, camping is different: we pick campsites that are a brief walk to our car, our hikes are shorter, and we more carefully plan activities and food, whereas before we were a bit more adventurous and spontaneous. When we camp, we try to keep the same rhythm of meals, snacks, and naps, even when they are occurring at picnic tables and in tents instead of at home.
Theo’s first camping trip – he is 3 months old and didn’t act quite as terrified as he looks.
Continue reading “_______ is Harder with a Toddler. Significantly harder.”
Theo and I recently flew to Ohio to visit family. On our flight back, we had a four-hour layover, and I’d imagined grabbing dinner and letting Theo run around the airport before hopping onto a late evening flight where Theo would sleep. The flight to Ohio (my first time flying alone with Theo) had been intense, but manageable, so I was optimistic about this one as well.
(Please feel free to insert jokes about Greek gods and hubris here.)
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At two, Theo loves to help in the kitchen. Often that’s how I get him to stop poking at the rocks and twigs beside the sidewalk and start trotting the two-block walk from daycare to our house: the offer to help me cook dinner.
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We spent a lot of the weekend getting rid of stuff: some via Craiglist sales, but mostly by just putting stuff out on the curb. We tried to teach Theo our “imagine how happy someone else will be with this (insert item)” purging technique and it seems to have mostly worked. Here, watch him chanting “Other people have marbles, other people have marbles” as he gathers items to give away.
On a semi-related note, someone graffiti tagged our free box last night! Oh, Oakland.
Theo has never had very many toys. We follow a somewhat Montessori-ish parenting philosophy, and his room back in California had a low shelf that held about six fairly simple activities at a time. We’d rotate these with a closet-stock about twice that size, and give away toys soon after he outgrew them.
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Theo and Brian’s jackets were missing some buttons, so we pulled out the sewing kit we bought back in Ireland to fix them. For some reason, Theo decided that the thimble was his “wedding ring.” I decided to just let him go with it.
The last few apartments we’ve stayed in have been rented to us by people with young children or grandchildren, so they came with an assortment of borrowed toys. This apartment, not so much. However, as I’ve written before, whether something was intended to be a toy seems to matter very little.
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It was sunny and less cold today, so Theo and I took the ferry to Kadıköy to obtain turkish coffee from Fazil Bey.
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We followed a fairly French attitude towards snacking even before visiting France. Since Theo left daycare, we’ve tried to give him just one snack a day, except for raw fruits and vegetables, which he can eat whenever he is hungry.
Trying to follow this snacking routine is immensely challenging in Turkey.
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We definitely don’t claim that Theo is a perfect eater. He will regularly (and frustratingly) decide that he doesn’t like something and refuse to eat it, sometimes even foods he’s liked in the past.
Continue reading “Feeding Our Toddler While Traveling”