Last weekend we took our first baby-free weekend to visit my sister in Nashville while the girls stayed with their Nonni and Poppi. A good time was had by all.

We also visited my heaven, aka the most amazing new and used book store called Bookman Bookwoman.

On the trip, I still had to do some reading for grad school, and this week it was Jorge Borges, an Argentinian writer. His short stories kind of warped my brain a little bit, as they explore themes of infinity, truth vs. fiction, what is truly real, the way fiction influences reality,and other crazy themes. They also feature a lot of labyrinths. At least two of the stories I read featured books, particularly 1001 Nights, influencing reality in strange ways. And then I began to feel the stories themselves were influencing me…..

First, I read a short story in which a man has died of an overdose of a drug called “veronal,” only to realize I had just read a completely unrelated story by a totally different author for another class that featured a woman trying to kill herself with the same drug. Coincidence, or books reading my mind? Then, I read a story about a labyrinth right before we went to check out a corn maze! (You can check out my sister’s post on the subject here.) Verdict on the corn maze: it was maybe 30 minutes too long, but hey, at least it wasn’t infinite! Also: do NOT tell us not to pick corn. Also: thank God we didn’t have a small child with us, because even we were very much DONE by the time we found our way out. And: essentially, any kind of scenic activity for my sister and me becomes an Instagram field trip. We may have even “styled” some cornstalks for better shots.

Many jokes of the “what the shuck?” variety were made.




American Gothic
Jon reaps a freaky-assed harvest. (If you aren’t squeamish about cuss words, check out the McSweeny’s piece “It’s Decorative Gourd Season Motherfuckers.” You will not regret it.)

Also mind-bending was the simultaneous feeling of absolute freedom to be away from the girls, staying up late, having cocktails, sleeping in, and also missing them to pieces at the same time. We squeed over every picture and video Nonni sent of the good times they were having. Overall, it was very needed. We had a blast and came home overjoyed and re-energized to see our girlies.

This week we face a challenge possibly even more mind-stretching than a labyrinth: flying to Denver with TWO BABIES. If you have any tips, I’d love to hear them. Right now my plan is to strap them to us in carriers, and possibly to bake and hand out cookies (and possibly earplugs) to everyone unfortunate enough to sit near us. I know if I were on a plane and saw two people lugging two babies come aboard, I’d seriously be praying “Oh PLEASE let them sit far far away.”

2 Replies to “labyrinth”

  1. theyll be fine. prepare for the worst and i bet youll be pleasantly surprised how well they do. theyre not crawling yet and probably will be very happy being held the entire time. bring toys, bottles, more diapers and wipes that you can imagine and smiles. fellow passengers can smell fear of parents with kids. act like you know exactly what youre doing (even if you are dying on the inside). we have flown alot of with our kids (starting at about 8 weeks old). guess what? everyone was once a baby, and you paid for your seat just like the obnoxious turd in front of you who reclines his seat in coach while you hold an infant on your lap. the flight wont last forever and youll probably never see these people again. enjoy the trip!


  2. Flying with baby tips: dress them in cute footie pajamas (cold on planes, cute diffuses angry passengers), use pacifiers or bottles on take off and landing, let them tear pages out of the sky mall for endless entertainment, definitely babywear for easy boarding, and don’t be afraid to pack like a sherpa. You’ll be fine. I’ve flown with the Bear 8 times (only once with Jed) and he loves it. Don’t be afraid to download a Baby Einstein episode for emergency back up.


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