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On Surviving Hurricanes That Turn Out To Be Nothing By the Time They Get to You When You Have a Baby

Geez. That is a title!

So this one time, a hurricane walks into Manhattan. And the hurricane is all, “Hi! I’m Irene! Imma blow your house down!” And so Manhattan goes, “Yikes!” and starts taping up windows and filling bathtubs and buying out whole shelves of water, and then the hurricane laughs and goes, “Nahhh, I’m just messin’ with ya,” and Manhattan is all, “Shoot, I fell for it!”

Right, so, Hurricane Irene. We felt just sick watching all of the updates from North Carolina and Virginia. And though we were ready for her, by the time she got to us she was pretty bored by the whole thing, I guess.

Facing the likelihood of being trapped indoors for potentially days on end is one thing, but when you add a feisty ten month old and literally no space for stretching out in and you take out the option of going for a walk, suddenly a hurricane becomes ten times more ridiculous, am I right or am I right?

Though it certainly fizzled into not much by the time Irene hit NYC, I did have a few tricks up my sleeve for managing all that time indoors with a baby, and they are, as always, after el jumpo.


  • GET OUT THE NIGHT BEFORE 1 of 8
    GET OUT THE NIGHT BEFORE
    We spent as much time on Saturday out and about getting all our wiggles out, so that by the time Sunday rolled around we'd be ready to hunker down and get serious about it.
  • REALISTIC PROVISIONS 2 of 8
    REALISTIC PROVISIONS
    Sure we needed water and batteries and flashlights and diapers and sensible canned food, but also I needed Diet Coke. And Twizzlers. And I stocked up, baby. Ohh yes I did. No chance I was facing this hurricane without the proper amount of caffeine and sugar, NO WAY.
  • APPROPRIATE RAIN GEAR 3 of 8
    APPROPRIATE RAIN GEAR
    Trying on this (still too big) rain coat was a serious bright spot in the dreary wind and rain.
  • BOOB TUBE (AND BOOBS TOO, HYUK HYUK) 4 of 8
    BOOB TUBE (AND BOOBS TOO, HYUK HYUK)
    I downloaded a new episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse onto my lap top, since five minutes here and there is a real mood booster when you're a kid named Huck. Also, I planned to just nurse his brains out and hope for real good naps.
  • TOYS AND TOYS AND TOYS! 5 of 8
    TOYS AND TOYS AND TOYS!
    A new trick I discovered recently is putting a big old stash of Huck's toys into a bag and then setting it in front of him, slightly open. It is so much more entertaining for him if he has to work to reach in, feel around, and pull out something new, which he is then fascinated by for all of four minutes, before going in for something else. Genius parenting. Genius I tell you!
  • SOMETHING LOW-TECH I CAN PICK UP AND PUT DOWN 6 of 8
    SOMETHING LOW-TECH I CAN PICK UP AND PUT DOWN
    A book wouldn't do, and blogs are only good as long as there's Internet service (this was my major fear--losing Internet service? How would I live?!?). Enter the friendship bracelets. I have been on a kick lately and I'll need about five more arms to wear them all by the time I run out of string.
  • PRACTICING OUR TRICKS 7 of 8
    PRACTICING OUR TRICKS
    Have you seen this face yet? Best part: He can make it on demand. That and wave, clap, touch his head, use his fingers to make motorboat sounds on his lips, and almost-almost!-blow kisses.
  • BACK UP THE HARD DRIVE 8 of 8
    BACK UP THE HARD DRIVE
    And then feel really bad about how little he used to be and how big he is now and all of the injustices of life.

So, what would you do to stay sane in a quarantine-type situation?

 

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