Travelling Too Light
A major growth spurt, growing teeth, me having the flu…yes, sometimes it just comes all together. In this case, it’s been perfect timing that I had already planned a trip for myself and Thiago to go home and visit my mom. However, in moments like that, it’s what I love to do anyway.With being expats, we don’t have our families around so when things get very busy I don’t mind reaching out to them to get some help. For this reason, it comes in handy that I am from the North of Germany which is just a 5 hour train ride from Amsterdam.
In the past, I had already travelled on my own with Thiago, which added quite some organization to the trip. Having to change trains twice becomes much more stressful when carrying a stroller, luggage and baby but this time I did not have to spy for potential helpers to make sure that we and our belongings would get on time on and off each train. My mom had spent already the weekend with us in Amsterdam and would therefore be a great help during the trip.
I packed carefully everything we would need for the week. There was one bag with dirty baby clothes which I wanted to wash at my mom’s house and one suitcase with my clothes as well as my laptop. After all, with my mom wanting to spend some time with Thiago, I would be able to write this blog. When we left the house, it was one of those moments. Fuzzy babies can scream very loud and in that moment Thiago was definitely a fuzzy bear who absolutely did not want to sit in the stroller. As time mattered, I put him in the ergobaby carrier and pushed the stroller while my mom took care of the luggage.
When we arrived at the train station, we wondered why we felt so light. This was too easy so we looked at our luggage and I figured out that I had left the suitcase with my belongings at home. With no time left to go back home, I just thought “ah f*** that” and we went off on our autumn trip to my home town during which the little bird worked on his teeth (incisors, we can see you!), learned to stand up on his own (fuzziness does pay off) and well, I finally got the chance to wear again some of my teenage clothes.