Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Words of Wisdom

Never, ever, ever, ever, no matter what, take a 28-hour train ride with a 5-year-old child without double, triple, quadruple checking that you brought the toy bag with you.

By the same token, never, ever, ever, no matter what, take a 30-hour return train ride with a 5-year-old child without double, triple, quadruple checking that you remembered to grab the electrical cord to the portable dvd player.

That's all I got for now.


  1. Oh No!
    I totally feel your pain. We recently transported, wait that sounds to fast and futuristic, "shuffled and grappled" my four and a half and my two year old to Scotland. I cannot imagine what would have happened if we did not have our "toy-bag" with us. these long journeys are so exhausting with or without jet-lag...thank goodness I had plenty of dollar bills for copious amounts of wine on the flight. Oh yes, whatever makes it bearable.

    I hope you have recovered.


  2. That's RIGHT! I saw that on your blog. My god, what I wouldn't have given for a bottle of wine. LOL.
    I am recovering...slowly.

  3. Hmmm, can't decide if you are brave or just plain crazy to even attempt such a trip. Of course, we moved to Indonesia when my youngest was that age, and I remember some pretty harrowing journeys back and forth, on my own with two kids. Maybe I was crazy too!

  4. Oh no!!!! I know you managed lots of fun times, but dang...we all need our comfort stuff!

  5. Please tell me! Where did you go and what were you thinking? Oh, I know: Trains - Fun - landscape rolling by, immersed in the joy of it all? Oh My Gracious .. NOT !!

  6. My friend Margie's(Sorry Dog Juanita Unruth) Mother used to say "A bought lesson is the best kind." This saying must have been just for you.

  7. If it makes you feel any better, no magic, incredible bag of toys would have covered TWENTY EIGHT HOURS dude!! Maybe 4? Now, the dvd player? That's a major bummer. So glad you survived.

  8. Funny. I actually did take a long train trip with my 5 year old. We went from Austin to Chicago and then to a small town in Illinois. After a couple of days visiting cousins we continued on to New Mexico.

    He read 'Charlotte's Web' the entire time while I looked excitedly out the window. Every once he'd make an effort to look out at something I pointed out and comment encouragingly, "That's nice, Mom".

    Thanks for bringing back the memory.


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