PRAGUE IN SUMMARY

If I had to sum up Prague with one image and one video, these would be they:

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PLANES TRAINS AND AUTOMOBILES

Now that we are back from our trip, I am frequented with the question "how was your vacation?", to which I answer A) It was great, but B) I wouldn't call it a vacation.  Let me just get this out of the way now; I hate traveling with my child. 

Setting up.  iPod? check. Snacks? Check. Pillows? Triple check.

Going anywhere with your 3 year old, especially if you are a full time mom, is more akin to a business trip than a vacation. But not all 3 year olds are created equal.  I have seen them, the ones who quietly doddle behind their parents in line for security or slumped in their stroller wistfully gazing at the fluorescent lighting above.  I always wonder what karmic mitzhav their parents had done to earn such peace and sanity.  Meanwhile my child is unhitching all of those retractable belt barriers so they snap like nylon whips, and knocking over the stacks of plastic tubs while the security guards glare at us, the parents of this undisciplined tasmanian devil. Travel and all of it's insane rules and restraints seems to magnify Roan's every mania.  When I can't take it any more I strap him into the stroller where he writhes like a fly caught in a web.  We are not even on the airplane yet.

Pack Mule

It is at this point that I start to contemplate drugs.  For him there are none, unfortunately.  Is it too early for me to dose myself with Xanax?  I am not afraid of flying, per say, but the claustrophobia of knowing that I somehow have to keep my child in a seat for 8 solid hours is terrifying.  My only hope is that he will sleep.

He does not sleep.  Instead Sam and I take exhausted turns trying to keep him in his seat. The brand new high tech entertainment system that equips his seat keeps him occupied for approximately half an hour and then he wants to run laps through the aisles like a lab rat in a maze.  This is our tete-a-tete for the next 7 hours.  Roan wants to move and he is not allowed to.  We try reading to him, giving him food and milk, stickers and matchbox cars.  We put on music and make him a cozy nest on the seats.  He wants to only can-can into the seat in front of him.  

At one point I look up to see Sam and a flight attendant standing over me with pity.  The flight attendant says "do you need a break?" Is she joking, I think?  I say, "are you going to watch him for me so I can sleep?"  She says "I meant do you want to take him for a walk to the back of the plane", which is a bit like asking a rabbit being eaten by a boa constrictor if he would like to take breather without removing the snake.

Seven miserable hours later we arrive at Heathrow to transfer to our flight to Prague.  He sleeps only when we have to be awake, such as when we wheel him around in his little red chariot. 

Finally in Prague!

The adjustment to Prague was difficult and why wouldn't it be?  Jetlag sucks when you know what's going on and why you are trying to force yourself to sleep when you don't feel like it, but when you are three and all of this is alien to you it must be bizarre.  And being a tourist must be even more baffling.  We are going to walk around all day with crowds of people in the hot sun and stare at old buildings and things behind glass that we can't touch and we can't run or yell or touch annnnyyything.  How's that fun?

The Prague tram/bus/subway system is great, btw

We spent much time in both Prague and later in London on buses and trains which meant that he felt the need to get out of his stroller and sample every possible seat, perhaps to assess the view, the quality of the molded plastic?  Every vehicle was a sensory adventure rather than a means to an end. 

With Grandpa Terry on the top floor of a red London bus

With Aunt Cis waiting for the Underground

When Sam and I visited my sister in Vietnam we did an overnight bus tour of the Mekong Delta.  I remember that there was a Scandinavian family, a mom and a dad and a little girl who was about 6 years old on the tour with us and about 20 other adults. We filed through narrow riverways in long canoes and toured a candy making operation and a small farm with pigs and chickens. Otherwise we sat on a bus for hour upon bumpy hour.  The entire two days this child did not utter an unpleasant or defiant sound.  She sat and watch out the window, chatted quietly to herself and her doll, and drew in a coloring book.  Her parents were equally sedate.  When the bus got stuck in traffic we all had to get off and walk amid a sea of motorbikes to a ferry in the dark of night with our luggage and very little in the way of explanation and they seemed to be fine that. That's just what I'm going to be like when I'm a parent I thought, and my children are going to be just like this angelic, peaceful Scandinavian vision of manners.  Don't ask me why I thought I could avoid passing any of my personality traits on to my child but I guess these are the things you tell yourself when you are in the process of convincing yourself that you would make a good parent. 

We flew 3 more times on the trip and he became a bit better on each one.  Prague to Edinburgh and Edinburgh to London were both quick flights and he started to get the drill: Stay in line, don't touch anything, do whatever they tell you, sit down and stay put until the pilot says you can move, which is never.

Killing time in Edinburgh Airport

Settled in (finally)

The final leg home he made great progress, managing to accomplish something I never thought I would want him to do; sit down and watch TV for 7 straight hours.  It was hard for him but he managed to do it and then fell asleep, blissfully, half an hour before we landed.

Sleeping beauty

WE'RE BACK!

We've had an epic 3 and 1/2 weeks of travel through Prague, Scotland, and London, but we are back in Brooklyn.  I have 2500 photos to tackle and a mountain of laundry, but I will be posting forthwith.

Skerray

MOVIE TIME

It has been so miserably, blisteringly, meltingly hot in New York the past couple of weeks that on Friday I couldn't even muster up the energy to take Roan to the pool.  Everyone in this city is fed up and cranky, myself included. 

I had been suggesting to Roan all week that we go to the movies but I think I freaked him out when describing what a movie theatre was like.  I think he thought that rather than watching Despicable Me 2 we were, in fact, going to the main villainous characters house.  Funny when you realize how difficult it is to describe something so familiar to onesself.  

Finally on Friday he took the bait when our neighbor Claire offered to join us.  We went to a giant multiplex in downtown Brooklyn.  Roan squirmed in my lap for the first half hour but I think mostly because the movie was so damn loud.  I am not sure who decides on decibels for films but I can only imagine that they are suffering from significant hearing loss.

The movie was pants (Scottish for "it sucked")  Why why why does Hollywood insist on recycling the exact same archetypes and gender roles and story lines in every kids movie?  Seriously the structure was pretty much a g rated version of any James Bond plot.

ANYhow, Roan enjoyed it and apart from a trip out for a pee and popcorn managed to stay put the whole time.  After we took this little photo booth memento.

ROAN IN FLIGHT

Roan on the biggest bouncy castle I've ever seen!  It had 2 levels and, I swear, was bigger than our apartment.

Photo Courtesy of Sam

BESTIES

I think it's safe to say that Roan officially has his first best friend, his classmate Suraiya.  Today is Suraiya's third birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY SURAIYA!!!

I would like to think that his best friend is a girl thanks to Lula and the fact that he shared the womb with a little girl.  Perhaps he will always want to have the good influence of a female companion  around because of Lu.  However, in reality I think he found the prettiest girl in class and discovered she was every bit as rambunctious as him and that was that.  These two are partners in crime.  Let's just say that Tasneem (Suraiya's mom) and I are no longer letting them go unescorted into another room and leave it at that.

They ask after each other every day and look for each other first when going to the playground.  Last night I got a text from Tasneem that said "Suraiya just said she loves Roan.  Let's just plan the wedding now".  SO CUTE!  Although I think they are a bit more Bonnie and Clyde than Wills and Kate.

Here's Suraiya.  I know, right? 

Monkey see monkey do

Free music and hula hooping

Don't ask

Cuddle!

Suraiya sat here and Roan kept bringing her things to eat

There's a lot of snacking with these two

First and last time they had chocolate ice cream cones before bedtime

They are pretty much always right next to each other

Even with other kids around (with Oliver and Nico)

My guitar for your bubbles?

Note the matching gold sandals

SPRAY IT DON'T SAY IT

This is something that all NYC playground rats must learn how to do sooner or later.  It is essential to fending of advancing troops in water balloon fights and to staying cool in general. Roan has been watching the big kids techniques for some weeks now and is perfecting his method.