Barnabas Monkeypants

(Dear Readers:  Raphe has been nagging me incessantly to write a post because he is too lazy to do it himself. Well, I am too lazy to do it myself, too. But I am not as stubborn as he. So here is a damn post, even though I would rather be reading or loafing right now.)

Two weekends ago we all flew out to New York. Raphe had to work and Henry and I spent some time with my brother and his lovely live-in lady friend, Andrea*.  Henry did not sleep a wink on the plane ride there, and then was too hopped up to nap that afternoon. By all rights he should have been a hot mess, and truly he did come very close to completely losing his shit, but he held things together pretty well until bedtime Friday night. Indeed, he managed to run around the apartment after Andrea’s cat, chanting his name (Poo-bee? Poo-bee? Poo-bee?), run around the playground across the street and climb all over everything (Step! step! step!), and eat a bunch of sauerkraut-filled pierogies without any problem.  However, he spent most of Friday night sleeping on my stomach and not in his Pack ‘n Play. There was a lot (A LOT) of whining and not much sleeping.

Saturday went more smoothly, although Henry refused a morning nap and then fell asleep in the car on the way to breakfast. He wasn’t interested in eating much of anything at breakfast, and I was so desperate to get him to truly rest that afternoon that we moved his crib into the apartment’s bathroom because it was completely dark in there. He cried for a moment and then was OUT, thank heavens. We spent more time at the park that afternoon as it was absolutely gorgeous out. Henry was so happy to be outside running around, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was practically giddy on the swings. All that running around did him good, but it didn’t keep him asleep through Saturday night. That was rough. Thankfully that was Raphe’s problem.

Sunday morning we had a very healthy breakfast at the Peter Pan Donut Shop in Greenpoint. Dude, their donuts are insanely good. We hooked Henry’s Me Too clip-on highchair to the counter and he snarfed a red velvet cruller and part of my brothers egg and cheese bagel. Everyone who came in looked at the six of us (me, Raphe, my brother, Andrea, Henry, and my mother) sitting along the counter together and smiled. Very cute.

We flew home early in the afternoon. We had ugraded to economy plus for the flight back, which made a huge difference. Henry didn’t sleep, but at least there was plenty of room for him to wiggle around.

The end. Or should I say, fin.

* You will know Andrea when you meet her because she has very nice, very shiny hair and smells good. She will be wearing a cat sweater and singing about her shoes. You will be completely entranced. She will feed you chicken cutlets.

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