So, it was Friday afternoon and the car was all packed… seating positions were, Daddy in the driver seat, Mommy in the front passenger seat, and Grandma joined Connor in the backseat.
All was a go, or so I thought. Yes, I was a little nervous about driving 6+ hours up to New Jersey with a 7 month old, but figured I had enough help (Grandma in the backseat and Mommy in the co-pilot seat).
Well, let me back up one second and explain something here. Connor likes to have his “space”, just like his Daddy and Uncle Danny (and probably like most sane people out there). You know, he is not the type of baby that wants people in his face as soon as he wakes up. When he is in his car seat, he likes to have a little room too. You know that Jerry Seinfeld episode with the “close talker” — no one likes that and Connor is already demonstrating that.
A couple of months ago, we road from Hampton to Newport News with Connor and Uncle Danny in the backseat. Well, Connor screamed the entire way home. Uncle Danny was giving his pacifier, shushing him, and trying every other trick there is, even once asking if he could take him out of his car seat. (Calm down Grandma, I told him no.)
Well, fast forward to this past Friday…
We were no more that 1 mile down the road on our 350 mile trip to NJ and Connor begins to cry. It wasn’t just a little whimper, it was one of those cries of dislike. I suggested the Victoria sit in the back with Connor. So, after a quick stop at Farm Fresh and to get some gas, Victoria and Grandma switched seats.
As we started our journey was again, Grandma and I started to chat about Connor’s unhappiness. Grandma tried to convince me that Connor might be car sick, something Grandma and I get if we are not facing forward in a moving vehicle. (Keep in mind Connor faces to the back.) I think I convinced Grandma that he was not car sick and that he just needs his space. During this short discussion, Connor was starting to calm down and soon was quiet.
Grandma turns to me and says, “He just didn’t want me in his space.” I chuckled and thought nothing of it. So, now we are about 5 miles down the road with 345 miles to go and we hear Connor giggling and laughing with Mommy in the back. Grandma turns to me and says, “He just didn’t want me back there.” I laughed it off and smiled, realizing that this was going to be a long trip if Grandma was not happy…
Well, the laughter and smiling continued in the backseat and Grandma was in a sour mood. WE HADN’T EVEN MADE IT TO THE HAMPTON ROADS BRIDGE TUNNEL, so I knew I was in for a LONG TRIP!
Grandma sat up front and Mommy sat in the back with Connor the entire way up to New Jersey. Connor was great and Grandma kept her feelings bottled up for most of the ride. We laughed a few times, but I think Grandma was a little hurt by the experience.
When we returned this morning, Mommy and Grandma decided they would switch seats. So, Grandma sat in the backseat and gave Connor his space for the first 10 minutes of the trip. Connor would look at Grandma, but Grandma would not look back (in order to give him his space). Slowly, they came to a mutual agreement and engaged one another. Connor began to smile and laugh and had a wonderful time with Grandma. I am happy to report that Grandma rode all 9 hours back to Hampton in the backseat with Connor. I think the two of them were able to work out a special arrangement… THANK GOD!