I believe a couple of weeks have gone by out since I last wrote here so it's probably time to do an update.
Things have been a little difficult the last couple of weeks. We have been running hard and so we are all very tired, which is made worse by the fact that we have been unable to find the time and money to replace out our broken fridge and inverter. Running hard like this typically means no truck stop meals; and no fridge means canned food, noodles, bread and water. Yuck! I don't know about James, but I am missing my crock pot.
Feeding the little one in this situation is always interesting. He is an independent little guy and takes a lot of pride in eating his own food by himself. For someone who has not mastered the art of the spoon, this means that he rejects anything that requires using one. As a result, the little one has been eating a diet composed of bread, potato chips, bananas, water and sometimes milk and chicken. Luckily, this fact does not seem to bother him too much. What has been bothering him is that because of the way we have been running and how the weather has been, we have not spent much time outside and he has been feeling a little cooped up.
Most of his days have been spent in the truck, with the occasional run around the truck stops we do manage to stop at, or during our shopping trip at Walmart. During these time I have noted that he goes nuts and just wants to run and run and run. I have been told that many other truckers kids have been known to do the same thing whenever they get a break from the truck. They have so much energy pent up that it just explodes.
Watching how his play develops as he gets older has been fascinating. While, a couple of months ago he would get out and say to me, "Hey, Mummy Mummy, ready settee go."
Now it's, "Mummy, we play tag. I coming to get you. Got you. Your turn."
In the truck, before bed time. He likes to climb up on the passenger chair and jump off onto his bed.
"Mummy, I jumps," he cries as he lands in the heap of blankets on the floor. He laughs and then says, "I do it again now," and back up the chair he goes.
Anyway, it has been a difficult couple of weeks, but there have been good times. And even though the little one is feeling cooped up, he seems pretty happy.
Things have been a little difficult the last couple of weeks. We have been running hard and so we are all very tired, which is made worse by the fact that we have been unable to find the time and money to replace out our broken fridge and inverter. Running hard like this typically means no truck stop meals; and no fridge means canned food, noodles, bread and water. Yuck! I don't know about James, but I am missing my crock pot.
Feeding the little one in this situation is always interesting. He is an independent little guy and takes a lot of pride in eating his own food by himself. For someone who has not mastered the art of the spoon, this means that he rejects anything that requires using one. As a result, the little one has been eating a diet composed of bread, potato chips, bananas, water and sometimes milk and chicken. Luckily, this fact does not seem to bother him too much. What has been bothering him is that because of the way we have been running and how the weather has been, we have not spent much time outside and he has been feeling a little cooped up.
Most of his days have been spent in the truck, with the occasional run around the truck stops we do manage to stop at, or during our shopping trip at Walmart. During these time I have noted that he goes nuts and just wants to run and run and run. I have been told that many other truckers kids have been known to do the same thing whenever they get a break from the truck. They have so much energy pent up that it just explodes.
Watching how his play develops as he gets older has been fascinating. While, a couple of months ago he would get out and say to me, "Hey, Mummy Mummy, ready settee go."
Now it's, "Mummy, we play tag. I coming to get you. Got you. Your turn."
In the truck, before bed time. He likes to climb up on the passenger chair and jump off onto his bed.
"Mummy, I jumps," he cries as he lands in the heap of blankets on the floor. He laughs and then says, "I do it again now," and back up the chair he goes.
Anyway, it has been a difficult couple of weeks, but there have been good times. And even though the little one is feeling cooped up, he seems pretty happy.