We are headed for the Florida Panhandle, affectionately known as the “Redneck Riviera,” in less than two months. This means it’s time for me to start obsessing over little details like what the weather forecast will be 80 days from now two states away and how many diapers to pack for Amelia. Because he is not an obsessor, but he likey the gadgets, especially those that make an 8-hour plus car ride with two children under the age of 5 tolerable, the hubby is thinking of buying a portable DVD player. And because a time-release beer dispenser in an automobile would be illegal, although maybe for a riding mower it would be okay.
I’m just wondering if any of you own a portable DVD player and what other tips you have to make an 8-hour plus drive with small children tolerable (short of tranquilizer guns…kidding! Sort of!) This is Amelia’s first trip to the beach. The last time we went was shortly after Caitlin turned 2. We left after dinner and the hubby ended up driving into the wee hours of the morning because he is Super Daddy like that and also a night owl. However, this time we’re thinking of shaking things up a bit and leaving in the wee hours of the morning at around 6 a.m. (which is a wee enough hour for us.) To say we’re really looking forward to a vacation is an understatement. The hubby owns his own business and being a small business owner is not unlike being a slave to yourself and eating, breathing, and pooping your own business 24/7. We’re taking our bikes to Florida as well as our cool new bike trailer so we can haul the girls around and pretend we’re super athletic, outdoorsy family. There is a new playground at the public beach for the girls to enjoy and hopefully the pool at my dad’s condo will be good as new after hurricane damage sustained nearly two years ago. But back to the portable DVD player…let me know if you have one and what you think of it because it’s never too early to think about a beach vacation, especially when mentally your pedicured toes are already squishy with wet sand and your hand is wrapped around an ice cold bottle of Corona. I can hear the surf now if I hold an open Corona to my ear. Aaaaaaaah.
Side note: I’ll be damned if I wait and put sunscreen on the girls until we get to the beach, because we have unfortunate videotape of Caitlin’s first walk on the beach and instead of it being a sweet moment captured on film, she is screaming hysterically, projectile snot flying out her nose, because mama wasn’t thinking and let Caitlin apply a miniscule dollop of sunscreen on her arms which Caitlin rubbed into her eyes. We had trouble finding anything to wash her eyes because we were surrounded by, well, the beach and salt water (thank God for bottled water).