No fancy adult beverages with a little umbrellas served to me on a tropical beach.
Come on, motherhood hasn't changed me that much. ;-)
|kk gets her beverage - also sans little umbrella (i should make an album of epic nursing photos...)|
So let's do this. Q&A style. No edits or drafts, start to finish, in one take. Ready set go!
So how was Hawai'i?
Type 2 fun, all the way.
Where did you go?
We started on The Big Island. Made a big clockwise arc around the island, going north from Kona to Spencer Beach Park, up to Pololu Valley, down to Hawaii Volcanoes National Park via Hilo, then back to Kona via the Saddle Road and Mauna Kea. We camped at Spencer Beach Park and Namakanipaio campground (outside HVNP).
|toddler's first hike!|
|what do a toddler and lava have in common?|
|did you know that kauai is infested with wild chickens? ear plugs not optional.|
|i probably should not post this online|
To Hawaii: 11 hours. We had an entire row, 6 seats, to ourselves (!). I hit up the dollar store and wrapped up little trinkets in tissue paper; these provided entertainment not just for the plane ride, but for the subsequent car rides, monsoon afternoons (see below), and hours in the backpack carrier. (We are bad parents.)
To New York: 9 hour red-eye. It was rough. I survived it the same way I survived labor and delivery: white knuckles and ruthless badassity. In other words, KK slept in the front-carrier, and I didn't move a muscle for 5+ hours.
|at least someone is getting rest, part 1|
The weather was amazing by Upstate NY standards and awful by Hawaiian standards. We spent some time highish up, so it was anywhere from 60-80 during the day to 35-50 at night. Most days had at least a little rain, which was fine... until the day we were stuck in a flipping monsoon, in a tent, with our toddler.
|stake down that tent, holy smokes!|
|dave on kid duty; i'm on stove duty. yes we cooked all our meals except for 2.|
Pitching a tent/ cooking on a Whisperlite/ bathing in the ocean;
I don't know;
they're expensive and more importantly, eww.
Um, so how was camping with a toddler?
Let me preface this by saying: previous to parenthood, we rocked a sub 4-pound ultralight single wall 2-person mini-tent. I cut off the dang handle of my toothbrush and measured the weight of my gear in grams (yes really). I did gear, in the sense that I did as little gear as possible.
The secret to camping with little kids is: embrace the Gear-with-capital-G. Our tent weighs 16 lbs (because it fits a 10-lb queen-sized air mattress, because this is how you get a toddler to sleep in a tent). It has a 6-foot peak height (because you need to stand up straight if you're rocking a baby at stupid o'clock). I am simultaneously mortified to roll into camp rocking such a beast and THRILLED that the toddler has space to play when it's monsooning.
This tent and associated 10-lb queen-sized air mattress are backcountry "mom jeans."
And lemme tell you... once you go elastic waist, you don't go back.
|one of us is wearing pants with elastic waist, i'm not telling who|
- Bedshare and breastfeed at night - or the potent cocktail of sleep deprivation and frustration will make you lose your f****** mind. Oh, and everyone in camp will hate your guts because your kid is wailing all night long. Get out the boobs, snuggle up, and doze until the roosters wake everyone up (that's another story).
- White noise machine. KK sleeps with one at home, and it provided an important source of continuity and routine in camp, as well as muffled the sounds of people laughing/ dogs barking/ music playing. Ours runs on batteries, which we charged in the rental minvan as needed.
- Accept that you are going to get marginally acceptable sleep. But hey, if you've survived parenthood this long, you're used to that.
- Also, instant coffee. Because ain't no one got time for the fancy sh!t.
|at least someone is getting rest, part 2|
- Just like an adult: a hat on the head is worth two layers on the body.
- Also just like an adult: "cotton is rotten." Stick with fleece, nylon, polyester. (If you have a daughter, be prepared to dress her "like a boy," or as I prefer to say, "like a boss." The segmentation of "girls" and "boys" activities and associated apparel starts immediately after birth. Initiate feminist rage.)
- Fleece snowsuit takes the place of a sleeping bag.
- Watching a camping toddler eat goldfish crackers is like watching a great white shark swim through a school of surfers. It's total carnage and you're going to be finding pieces of goldfish cracker in your sleeping bag for many years to come. Something about the fresh air stimulates the appetite. You can never ever ever have too many packs of goldfish crackers.
- Clip-on high chair + combo placemat/bowl = ability to feed kid without kid wandering off or eating seagull sh!t off the picnic table.
|never underestimate the power of cheddar cheese|
- Don't use cloth diapers. Just don't. Disposables. Really. I don't care how much of a dirty hippy you are, just trust me on this one.
- Repeat after me: a little dirt never killed anyone, as long as you wash your hands after diaper changes and before eating. No, you are not going to give your kid a bath every night. KK got 2 baths in the 2 weeks we were out. Wipe 'em down with a washcloth and call it a night.
|lost one of these sandals around Koke'e. this is why we can't have nice things.|
|i have opinions|
|not poop, but would love her even if it were.|
|hey mom :o)|
|pele: goddess of fire|
|polihale: the end of the earth|