As mentioned in my previous post, my child terrifies
me. Don’t ask me why, it’s not like I’ve
never been around children, and I know they are small and hardly even mobile – but this one owns me. It's not that irrational if you consider Chucky. I mean he was just a tiny doll and he was very, very dangerous. I never saw the movie, but I'm pretty sure he killed a lot of people.
So yes, I am constantly afraid of this wee babe. Or maybe just of what she will do to
make my life difficult. Will she
embarrass me in public by screaming non-stop? Or not sleep if I stop tiptoeing and perchance make even ONE sound in my house? Will she get sick and I won’t know what to do, and then she dies causing me to feel regret and misery the
rest of my life? I just don't know, people, and these are the things that scare me. I am certain that I
will break her or she will break me. And
if I stay scared clearly this will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. So in the interest of overcoming the irrational (or is it?) terror I have of
my own child, I agreed to do an overnight trip with James this past
weekend. Oh, and with Cora. Obv.
So we quickly packed up 12 suitcases or so and off we went.
OK, not 12, but SERIOUSLY.
No, seriously. It took us longer to
pack than it did to drive to Telavi.
It’s a 2.5 hour trip. Babies are
high maintenance. This is pretty killer for a (past) frequent traveler who had learned to go on week long adventures with only a
carry on.
Any old who, you may be wondering 4 paragraphs later where we decided to go and why I'm still rambling about my child. You're probably not. You know me by now. So we went to Telavi and Sighnaghi. Two towns in Georgia’s eastern wine country
that were supposed to be (and were) quite lovely.
The trip went so much better than I even hoped. Cora slept like the sweet and perfect angel she is for almost the entire trip there. We stopped for a couple of hours in Telavi and had lunch and wandered around and then she did her afternoon nap during, well, most of our trip to Sighnaghi. And she might have slept the whole way if her father in his infinite wisdom hadn't thought it was a brilliant idea to pull the car over, roll down his window and SHOUT to the person 4 traffic lanes away for some directions. No, I wasn't mad. Don't be silly.
We got to Sighnaghi and it was love at first sight. It's an old fortress town at the top of a mountain. It felt very quaint and it had magnificent views of the Caucuses. 
We got to wander around the fortress wall, which was practically identical in every way to the Great Wall of China, except maybe a tiny bit smaller. Along the way we were stopped by no less than 20 people who wanted to squeeze the life out of Cora's cheeks. And one toothless woman took it upon herself to give her wet kisses all over her fat cheeks. (Note to self: Mommy wears the baby bjorn from now on.)
We rented a suite and we actually did pretty good with Cora, although she seemed to miss the spaciousness of her crib and made quite a bit of noise all night as she tried to move around and was stymied. Other than that though....and maybe a little bit of restaurant ruckus, she was a dream.
Which reminds me. We stopped at a winery in Telavi and had the whole place to ourselves.
And our very kind waiter (imagine THIS in the U.S. - ha!) saw we were having trouble eating with Cora fussing, so he came over and picked her up from her chair and walked away cooing to her. All well and good, except he disappeared into the back (I assume the kitchen) and we kind of wondered if that was the end. A couple minutes later he reappeared with a VERY disgruntled child who sat and gave him the evil eye for the rest of the meal. She never took her eyes off of him and tracked his every move....daring him to take her again. The look can only be described as "Kristin-esque", cause it was Salty with a capital S. Very sweet of the waiter though.
There were a couple of other funny interactions on our trip, but I have run on and on as usual and will save them for another post. Bottom line, it can be done. Trips can be made with a child. I will never say it is better than going with just the hubs, or the gal-pals, but it's nice to know that Cora (and I) will get to leave the house once in a while. Our 8 month sequester is over at last.
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