Living in a Motel

Living in a motel sounds like a great life, because someone else is making beds, washing towels, keeping the bathroom clean. But the reality with a 17-month old is not exactly fun and games all the time.

For example, when you're used to sleeping alone in your room, it's rather disconcerting to have other people making noise. The light around the door is bothersome, and there's just no place to run.

So you have to make do.

This is the ice bucket on his head. Mimi had already left when Konner and Grandma played a game of something that produced this picture.

And when you have to either eat from the microwave and tiny fridge, or go out to eat constantly, your table manners tend to slip somewhat.

Knowing that Mimi and Nana were leaving for home today caused Mimi to be a bit more lax, too, and the proof was in his hair. And on my shirt and pants. And his socks.

When Mimi and Nana were loading up the car with (what I thought was) all our stuff, Konner helped with the luggage cart. It looked like child labor as he pushed it down the hall. Truth be told, it was just another ploy to tire out the little man.

There are only so many times you can pack a little guy into the car seat and haul him off to wander the halls of the hospital while someone has a turn with the babies, so Grandma got smart and stayed at the motel to watch Madagascar while Mom drove herself to the hospital tonight. And it's probably best because Mom was downright giddy when she got through feeding Kenzie (see the other post for today!). Who knows how she was driving!