Adventures With Squish

Unlike the other two kids, Squish has been pretty much a homebody. I don’t know if it’s just his busy little personality or the fact that we parents are now outnumbered, but it has felt much easier to stay close to home. We haven’t even gone to see relatives very often because Squish has taken then need for child-proofing to whole new levels. Rather than constantly remove diamond jewelry from his jaws and spray cleanser from his paws, we’ve opted out. We email pictures when we can so that family remembers what he looks like, but we’ve gone light on personal appearances.

Now that he is over three I was struck by a moment of insanity inspiration. The Padawan turned 10, and we were thinking of ways to celebrate his birthday. For the last few years, he hasn’t even been interested in a birthday party. Whew! I mean, er, awww fudge! He’s a Lego fanatic, so I came up with the brilliant idea of taking him out of state to an actual Lego Discovery Center. There was but one catch. Squish had to come, too.

My husband’s main concern was whether he would sleep in the hotel room. I reminded him that we’d have our two boys plus a pal of the Padawan’s. Would any of us sleep? Good point, he conceded. And we took the reins, bit the bullet, and every other pioneer metaphor you can think of, and we hit the dusty trail (look! There’s another one!).

The drive down was the longest of my life not too bad. One enforced rest stop and four hours later, Squish’s assessment is “This is really not fun for me.” Agreed. But he fluffed back up when we got to Legoland.

I had no idea what to expect at Legoland, but what I did not expect was a couple hundred screaming children and lines longer than Dollywood. But Squish maintained. He didn’t even ask us to buy him anything in the gift shop. He did great at the fast food restaurant with only one tiny incident when he announced to his fellow diners “I’m about to poop my pants!” I, of course, grabbed him up by the middle and hauled tail to the bathroom. He threw out his little chicken wings and screamed “I’m flying!” But whatever. I’m never going to see those people again. What do I care what they think?

The real fun began in the hotel room. I had no idea that hotel room beds were so very bouncy until I turned around to catch Squish on the vertical. I managed to intervene before he cracked his coconut on the ceiling. Squish is a born physicist, but it seems that no matter how often he experiences Newton’s laws, he doesn’t quite get it through his head without bloodshed. Usually his own. One day he’ll just know this stuff, right?

Though it was pouring rain outside and he had a touch of the runs, thus eliminating (sorry) the pool as an evening activity, he discovered the wonders of hotel room cable. And three different PBS stations. Feels like home.

The hotel has been the best part of the trip so far! Don’t talk to me! Dinosaur Train is on.

And then came bedtime. Do I really need to say that he didn’t want to go to sleep? We tried turning out the lights and just watching the Olympics (yay! More volleyball!). We tried turning off the sound and just watching USA win by the skin of their teeth. No dice. In desperation, I told the big kids that we were going to have to turn everything off until Squish went to sleep. Guess how long that took? Under three minutes. He went from jumping on his dad’s head to thumb sucking coma in about 200 seconds. Things got interesting.

I remembered why I don’t co-sleep. In the dead of night, Squish sprouted several extra arms and legs. All the better to pummel me with, my dear. And boy did he. I don’t think I slept for more that two hours total. If he wasn’t kicking me in the stomach, he was sprawling over my head or sticking his feet in my face. I finally put him between myself and my husband to keep him from propelling himself out of bed. I think I took the brunt of the battering, but none of us looked any good the next day.

It was the longest night of my life. I’m surprised the hotel didn’t charge us more for all the additional hours that were packed into the night.

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14 thoughts on “Adventures With Squish

  1. I laughed at your description of “going light on personal appearances.” Glad to hear that you survived (in the loosest terms) your trip to Legoland. Our trip to the Poconos with the boys last month was their first hotel stay — at the age of 10….I didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to try it till now! Good for you for getting out there 🙂

  2. I can’t sleep if my kids are in the bed. Ever.

    My husband has no problem with it, though. They’ll totally snuggle up to him, I’m the only one that gets knees and elbows in the kidneys. >.<

  3. My granddaughter also turns into an octopus if we have to share a bed. We had a hotel screw-up on our recent trip and slept three (one of them being the octopus) to a king bed. (Note to all: if you are ever in Carlsbad, NM, avoid the Econolodge.)

  4. Every time I read a post about Squish and his antics, I think to myself that he and my Beanie would get along great! Then I think we should get them together but the combination of the two just might erupt in some sort of nuclear explosion.

    I seriously think it’s a third child sort of thing.

  5. You’re just on a roll with the puns lately! Traveling adventures with any 3 year have got to be harrowing, but throw in a case of the runs and it sounds like you’ve got a party! Hope Squish is feeling much better now.

  6. My kids are 9 and 7 and I still hate sleeping in a hotel with them. One wants the light off, one wants it on. They fight over sides of the bed. It’s a nightmare. One of them snores all night. I don’t sleep at all. But I enjoy your stories immensely. 😉

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