Feb 19
I have been feeling like Keanu in Speed recently.
When I have been driving, I have had to keep above 30 miles an hour. A bomb wasn’t going to off if I dipped below of course, but my son may wake up.
~30 miles an hour seems to be the magic speed that knocks my son out if he is tired.
Of course, you have to disconnect from the speed issue to drive safely with Baby on Board, but I still couldn’t help feeling like I was driving a bus.
I now have an urge to learn kung fu.
February 20th, 2007 at 7:46 pm
I can completely relate. My nephew was born 2 weeks before my daughter. Around six months or so, they went through a phase where they absolutely hated to be in a stopped car. Stop lights, stop signs, traffic, exiting from a highway; all of these were grounds for hideous wailing and gnashing of, um… gums. Having both of them in the car at the same time was sheer torture. Getting to the highway without losing my mind became an exercise in Zen meditation.
February 21st, 2007 at 1:20 pm
To quote Keanu… whoa.