Not to be outdone by her older sister, Clio has started dancing to music, too, with her own unique Clio style. She's not so concerned with staying on the beat. For her, it's more about letting go, man. Really feeling it. And note the rad 180 she does in the middle of the dance. (That's my mom dancing along in the background. She's got her own style, too.)
We're up in Maine, now, staying at my parents' house for the weekend. This was the first time I've attempted a road trip of any length alone with the girls. (My mom, who'd been staying and dancing with us for a few days, had to come up a day before me.) I was careful not to drink too much water before I left, and though I would have liked a cup of coffee for the road, it was just too risky. I didn't bring a stroller, which meant that there was pretty much no way I could have stopped to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, I didn't have to, but I tried to imagine what I would do if things got really, really desperate. I decided that I could:
1.) Pull up close to a gas station with a convenience store, look inside to see if there was a sane-looking woman working there and, if there was, run in and beg her to go out and keep an eye on the girls while I peed. (No offense, guys, but it just wouldn't be cool to ask some random man to watch my children. Probably not so cool to ask a random woman either, but if I had no other choice....)
2.) Pull over to the side of the road somewhere semi-secluded but not too secluded and go behind a bush while still able to see the car, but somehow still hidden from other motorists. It would be hard to find the ideal terrain scenario for this.
3.) Go to a Dunkin Donuts, where there's a high probability of seeing a police officer (in New England, the cops at donut shops thing isn't just a stereotype -- or a mere line from a Bangles song, for that matter -- it's for real, I swear), and ask him or her to keep an eye on the babies while I went inside.
4.) Put one baby in the baby backpack, which I did have in the car, and carry the other one, and go into a rest stop. But this would present the problem of what to do with the baby I'm carrying while in the restroom. Put her on the floor? Ick. But again. Extreme bladder emergencies require extreme measures.
5.) Figure out how to get online with my cell phone, which I believe is theoretically possible, and put a post on my blog asking my beloved readers what they would do, because I'm sure they'd come through with some killer ideas....
