32 Hours In a Car With Our Toddler

And they said it couldn’t be done.  A few weeks ago, we took our very first family road trip with Miss Lydia, and we didn’t bother easing her into it: thirty-two hours from Boston to Myrtle Beach and back, done over 4 days.  Here’s what we learned:

1. There are a LOT of Cracker Barrels on I-95.

2. Comfort Suites = awesome.  For $100/night, we stuck Lydia in her own room, closed the door, and watched trashy television until all hours (okay, 10pm.  But still).

3. Lydia may generally have the attention span of an ant, but she sure can watch a lot of Yo Gabba Gabba.  In fact, she probably watched as many episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba as there were Cracker Barrels we could have stopped at. We just rigged the iPad up on the back of the seat in front of her and let her watch as much as she wanted; this turned out to be every episode of seasons 1 and 2.

4. The thinking adult’s take on Yo Gabba Gabba? On Day 1, Foofa’s high-pitched, breathy starlet voice got stuck in our heads and made us want to die.  On Day 2, Brobee’s whining and bad attitude made us want to stick forks in our eyes. On Day 3,  Toodee’s bossy, overbearing and obviously fake enthusiasm made us contemplate throwing the iPad out of the car.  But by Day 4, we both agreed that, really, Muno is the worst character of all, partially because he’s shaped like a gigantic ribbed condom, but mainly because he’s like that kid you never wanted to be friends with when you were  young  but somehow guilt always made you be nice to him.  We hated that kid, and by the end of our trip, we hated Muno.

Get a life, Muno.

To truly capture the experience, we made a short film.  32 hours distilled into five minutes.  Enjoy!

RoadTrip!

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