My twenty month old and my seven year old spent 10 hours drive time and about a total of 1 hour, 25 minutes of break time, on our trip from TN yesterday. I will grant that bringing a power inverter and my laptop loaded with Chicken Run, Walking With Dinosaurs and BBC's Oceans helped things run smoothly (there was a little more variety, but those were the things that we actually watched). But there was very little friction, very little complaining. About the worse that could be said was that the eldest kept asking how many more hours we had left - for a while, every ten to twenty minutes.
Youngest did start to melt in the last fifty minutes, but that was because he only managed a twenty minute nap and his really mean, even Cruel papa, refused to let him fall asleep because we were coming upon bedtime and papa wanted him to sleep in his bin, not for fifty minutes in the car.
We had quite a reasonable trip and a great book time before bed and they went to sleep wonderfully. To make it even better, we had a wonderful snuggle this morning. Youngest demanded to come out of his bin and latched himself to me, pulling a hand away only long enough to point at my bed. There we all snuggled and youngest drooled all over my chest...Mmmm, tiny's drool...
And now we are having a dancing break with Tool, from which I needed a break...I just can't thrash like my boys - my roofers knees can't keep up...
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Tool? Throw in some System of a Down and I'll give you my vote for "Coolest Dad Evar!!11!!"
We have listened to them too, but that was only after the eldest was perusing my music files a while back and, given his fondness for things construction, clicked on the file called Tool. They both prefer Tool and I am generally keen on giving them their options. They are also rather fond of A Perfect Circle and to my dismay, eldest has rediscovered his fondness for Rage Against the Machine.
The latter was actually the first time we ever censored eldest - the day he was clear enough with his words that we realized he was actually shouting "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me," over and over again.
Alas, he is my son. Although I sometimes suspect that he has a better grasp than I do, of when it is and isn't appropriate to use strong language...
The best though, is the thrashing - given considerably more size on them (and rather better balance on twenty month old's part), they would fucking rule a mosh pit. Unfortunately, they are just a bit too small to hack it...And youngest tends to go down on his ass rather more often than your hardcore moshers - though is mean ass headbutt might make up for it.
Your kids sound freaking awesome. And Walking With Dinosaurs? They have a pretty cool dad too.
Oh, you should have seen eldest after he saw Walking With Cavemen. He was in preschool a couple days after, getting a bit wild and when asked to calm down, he claimed he was pretending to be "Afensis." Had the teachers scratching their heads for a while with that one...
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