Not Ready for Prime Time

We went home last week for the worst reason (see previous post), but it was a trip home nevertheless, and a nice break from the city heat.  It was also Adam's first road trip, and I'm relieved to say it won't be his last.  The kid's a natural traveler, at least at this age. 

(Above: Our two sleeping children, and the 500
pounds of stuff we had to bring with them)

When Adam is cranky, he resists a lot of things.  Holding him doesn't always work, and neither do pacifiers.  But a moving car is even more effective than NyQuil.  The kid is out in an instant, and Kyle's frequent attempts to wake him are futile.  Most times Adam would sleep until pit stops or traffic backups, which were less frequent than usual because we left New York at an off-peak hour and my "microvan" scares other drivers off the road.  We took fewer pit stops than we did with Kyle, mostly because of experience.  When Kyle was a baby, one of us would sit in the back seat with him to keep him entertained during the trip.  Should Kyle cry, we'd check his diaper, realize it was wet, and try to have it changed immediately.  New parents sometimes fret over silly things like that.  We were stopping every few feet along the way, turning four-hour-long trips into a day and a half.  Not anymore.  We realized that babies are just wimps who overreact to everything, and it's okay to let one soak in a wet diaper for a few hours.  It builds character.  We made it to Massachusetts in record time.

This week also marked the first time Kyle and Adam shared a room.  We might wait a while before trying that experiment again.  The kids stayed in my parents' computer room, right next to the living room, where Jennifer and I slept.  At first we were concerned that Adam's middle-of-the-night roars would wake Kyle.  Instead, Kyle created the most disturbance, as he reacted loudly to every little noise his brother made.

Adam: Wah. Snort.
Kyle: DADDY?  DADDY!!  DAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!  WHERE ARE YOU??
Me: Kyle, go back to sleep.  It's okay.
(silence)
Adam: *hiccup*
Kyle: DADDY!  DAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYY!!!!! PICK UP ADAM! 
Me: What the?  What time is it?  Ugh.  Kyle, go to sleep.  Adam's fine.
(silence)
Adam: snicker, snicker
Kyle: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

Well, at that point Adam would wake up and it would all be over.  This kind of thing would happen throughout the night, and by 5:30 or so we'd have Adam sleep in our bed until morning broke, just to keep Kyle quiet.  We had hoped that the kids could share a room after nearly a week together, but we were wrong.  We're back in New York now, and Adam is back in our room.  It would be nice to have them get used to sleeping next to each other, but, for now, we just need the sleep.  We'll try again later, maybe when Kyle's a teenager.  Or perhaps we could get a mobile home... and just keep it going through the night.