Things we didn't expect about house-sitting

We enjoyed our daily routine of feeding chickens and collecting their eggs in Australia.

We enjoyed our daily routine of feeding chickens and collecting their eggs in Australia.

It’s not a vacation. We did know this to a certain extent, but house-sitting and its attendant responsibilities are much more like real life than like being on holiday. Even without animals, you’ll most often be living in residential as opposed to tourist areas, and conducting your daily life among the shops and services and public transport that the home owners themselves use. If you’re working and/or taking care of a child/ren (as we were), it’s even more like real life!

Their neighbors became your neighbors, for better or worse. As city dwellers for many years, we only knew a handful of the people who lived on our street in Boston and Philadelphia. But when we began housesitting in smaller towns and neighborhoods, we really relished the experience of having kind neighbors looking out for us and helping us learn the ropes in a new place. This can go the other way too—if neighbors are unfriendly, nosy, or somehow disgruntled. Luckily we had much more of the former.

It’s very bonding. After living in someone’s home for more than a month, you feel you know them really well. It’s an intimate experience to live among their family photos and books and plants and artwork, to get to know the food they keep in their cupboards, the music and TV they enjoy.  And especially to love their animals. The whole relationship between house sitter and host is based on a huge amount of trust, and that seems to breed a certain kinship. It’s quite refreshing--including because no money changes hands.

It’s fun to try out different lifestyles. After living in quirky old houses all our lives, it was surprising and interesting to us how much we loved the new construction home we lived in in Oregon. Everything worked as it was supposed to, the doors fit into their frames, the floors were even...what a dream. Since we knew we’d be looking for a new house when we returned, we took notes on things we liked as we went (even specific refrigerators, washer/dryers, and cookware, as well as interior design choices) and the things we did not. When else would we have the opportunity to try out other people’s organizational systems, furniture, etc.?

Humans are extremely adaptable. It normally took us about two weeks to feel at home in a place. The first day or two were always very disorienting. But once we found our regular routes, got to the grocery store, and instituted a few routines, we quickly began to feel at home. I think this was a good thing to recognize and cultivate in ourselves and in our son. It makes us feel as though we can go anywhere we want to--and adapt accordingly.

Humans don’t need a lot of stuff. Though we occasionally missed some of the conveniences of our life at home (window screens in particular), we didn’t miss our stuff at all. Even the items of clothing and toddler equipment I agonized over leaving behind. We surprised ourselves by needing different things than we brought and had to buy them in a few cases (such as more warm clothing in Oregon). There was one toy that Luca pined for a bit in the beginning--his toy trumpet--but that was eventually forgotten. By the end, I felt as though we could have gotten by with even less.

Things are different here in Queensland, Australia

Kangaroos at the Lone Pine Sanctuary in Brisbane.

Kangaroos at the Lone Pine Sanctuary in Brisbane.

As I’ve done with our previous locales, I’m taking a moment to record the impressions I formed as an outsider over the course of seven weeks in Queensland--five weeks at our house sit in The Gap (a western suburb of Brisbane) and two weeks on the Sunshine Coast north of Brisbane.

Herewith, the things we noticed as first-timers in this foreign (but not so foreign) land…

Birdlife. Literally the first thing that made me turn my head in Brisbane as I walked out of our hotel the first day was a huge black and white ibis crossing my path. What the heck is that? I wondered. I soon learned this exotic-to-us bird is known as a “bin turkey” for its propensity to snack on trash in public parks, city streets, etc. In The Gap, we had a veritable chorus of bird songs and shrieks each morning, from kookaburras to cockatoos, magpies to galahs.

Animal life. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the exciting new animals we encountered, including koalas, kangaroos, wombats (little tank-like animals that look a bit like tiny teddy bears crossed with koalas), platypus, Tasmanian devils, and echidna. We didn’t (unfortunately) see koalas or kangaroos in the wild, though we did pass many a road sign warning of their presence. As you may know, the platypus is notable for being a mammal that lays eggs, confounding scientists everywhere.

English culture. One of my first impressions of Australia was that it felt like England against a tropical backdrop. The large majority of Australians are of English and Irish descent. Australia has been an independent nation since 1901, but it is still part of the British Commonwealth. Coins still bear the image of the Queen, and the flag contains a Union Jack.

Penal colony history. About 20 percent of Australians are descended from convicts from the original colonies. What many people don’t know is that a lot of those sentenced to “transportation” (ie. removal to Australia) were convicted of crimes like stealing a loaf of bread to feed their starving children. They weren’t all murderers and the most sordid of criminals, as I’d assumed. Transportation was a handy solution for the British government to get rid of poor people on the streets of its big cities. When they got here, those criminals were not imprisoned. They built colonies and established towns and cities.

Growing awareness of Aboriginal history and reparations. At most of the public events we attended, the masters of ceremony began by acknowledging the traditional custodians of the land--the Aboriginal elders. Native title and land rights cases have helped Aboriginals and Torres Strait Islander peoples to reclaim some rights to their ancestral lands.

The “sunburnt country” that Bill Bryson refers to in the title of his book on Australia is apt. I’m not sure I’ve felt a stronger sun in all my travels. The ozone layer is thinner here, and there is a high incidence of skin cancer. Australians almost universally protect themselves with hats, rash guards, sunscreen, etc. The sun protection for sale is the real deal (Australia’s regulations on sunscreens are very strict), and it’s one of the only places I’ve seen tinted zinc (so you can wear it without looking like a zombie).

Cafe culture. Cafes in Australia are just on a different plane. Not only beautiful, fabulously designed spaces, they also serve impeccable fresh breakfasts, brunches, juices, coffees, and lunch. And that’s all. Unlike American coffee shops that are open around the clock, Australian cafes do what they do in a limited fashion til about 3 pm and do it very well. Coffee here is also next level--espresso, made to order, strong as heck, delicious. Other menu items include things like coconut tapioca pudding with passionfruit and edible flowers, watermelon juice, avocado toast, and paleo waffles with bananas and honey. This is the kind of food I swoon for. Luca and I went to cafes as much as possible and spent most of our money in them. Of course there was always a basket of toys or two for him, and a delectable babycino with mini marshmallows and sprinkles. As a side note, dietary alternatives such as gluten free, vegan, etc. are much more available and advanced (ie. tastier) than what we have in the U.S. Apparently this has been the case for many years.

Barefoot culture. This was one of my favorite parts about Australia--and what made me wish I could stay and raise children here. People spend so much time outside, enjoying the natural landscape, and seemed to feel a deep sense of shared responsibility for the land and joy/pride in its beauty. We were lucky enough to experience Christmastime at the beach, when many Australians wholeheartedly embrace their coastlines. Barbequing here is no joke--clean, free, electric barbeques are available to use at nearly every park and beach, and people take full advantage of them. Nearly everyone camps out--and many parents we met thought nothing of packing their toddlers and infants up for a tent camping get-away--often in uninhabited places accessible only by four wheel drive vehicles. Luca never spent so much time barefoot as he did in Australia.

Environmental awareness. So many products and practices we witnessed make it clear that environmentalism is much more pervasive--a way of life, really. Queensland has recently banned plastic bags. Plastic straws are much more passé than they are in the US. Even though it’s a hot climate and many people have air conditioning in their homes (the more efficient mini split units, not central air), most we met said they rarely use it. Much of the residential architecture is designed to shade and capture breezes, and it does so very successfully.

Life saving is a serious business. Surf lifeguards use flags to signal safe swimming areas, as they do on our local New Jersey beaches, but they change their location day to day depending on rip currents and other factors. They also use jet skis to perform rescues and to scare off sharks that might come too close to bathing areas. Helicopter monitoring of the seas and nets are also employed to keep swimmers safe. There is a website where you can search the conditions and potential hazards of every beach in the country: https://beachsafe.org.au/

Australia has had more prime ministers than Italy over the past ten years. Scott Morrison is currently in power and is the sixth PM in the past decade. The country has lots of trouble with partisan politics and a deeply divided public, just like we do. Incidentally, an Australian friend told me they were as surprised as we were by the election of Donald Trump. But she compared it to the election of a white supremacist politician in Australia, which was shocking on a smaller scale and woke Australians up to some of the prejudices of their countrymen.

Multiculturalism runs deep. Luca has a Mem Fox book called “I’m Australian Too!” about the many peoples from all over the world that have come to live in this fair land. The majority of people feel this is a positive thing and a defining characteristic of Australia. As one friend joked when I asked about her Christmas traditions, “We don’t have our own traditions, we just borrow from other people!” However, just like in the U.S. there are those opposed to outsiders, and the country’s offshore detention centers have been strongly criticized.

Athletes behave badly here too. I was amused to learn there was a Deflategate-type scandal here too--involving the use of sandpaper on cricket balls to make them spin a certain way!

The healthcare system is universal. It’s not entirely free for consumers, but a universal health insurance plan called Medicare is funded by the government and subsidizes healthcare costs. This didn’t affect our stay as temporary visitors, but I imagine if we lived in Australia it would be a significant improvement over the American system--and a huge benefit for quality of life.

The language is so lively! Australian English is like American English on LSD. It’s full of humor and good times and some things that are not to be believed. I was partial to abbreviations like “arvo” for afternoon and “exxy” for expensive. “Esky” is a cooler (from Eskimo). “Maccas” is McDonald’s. I heard swimsuits referred to as “togs,” “bathers,” “swimmers,” and “cozzies.” Colorful phrases abound. “Chalk and cheese” means complete opposites (perhaps the closest expression we have is “like oil and vinegar”?). “Fair dinkum” as an adjective means real, or legitimate. “Fair Dinkum Indian Food” I saw proclaimed on the sign at one Indian restaurant. There is also an Australian rhyming slang that uses terms like “tin lids” for kids and “Al Capone” for telephone.  A whole treatise could be written on this point, and many have!

The Lighthouse trek in Byron Bay.

The Lighthouse trek in Byron Bay.

Enjoying an expertly made babycino in the suburbs of Brisbane.

Enjoying an expertly made babycino in the suburbs of Brisbane.

Feeding the gentle kangaroos at Lone Pine.

Feeding the gentle kangaroos at Lone Pine.

Things are different here in New Zealand

Luca enjoying one of the many trampolines we encountered in New Zealand.

Luca enjoying one of the many trampolines we encountered in New Zealand.

New Zealand was the second stop on our travels, and our first foreign country on this journey. As I did in Coastal Oregon, I kept a running list of the aspects of New Zealand that stood out to me as a newcomer.

  1. New Zealand has a female leader, Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern. In June 2018 she had a baby and became the first world leader to take maternity leave (6 weeks) while in office. Normal parental paid leave is 22 weeks (that’s 5.5 months!). I don’t think I even need to point out the obvious differences to the U.S. here.

  2. NZ is a coffee culture, especially in Wellington. In case you were wondering (I was), a flat white has a slightly higher proportion of coffee to milk than a latte. Otherwise they are pretty similar.

  3. It’s also an extremely kid-friendly culture, with a playground in every tiny town, including Aoraki/Mt. Cook Village. Almost all local restaurants and cafes have small play areas or baskets of toys for little ones, which made dining out with a toddler infinitely more pleasant. Even the Interislander ferry boat from the North to South Island has an impressive play structure for kids (albeit one that becomes a little hairy to climb when the waters are rough, as they were during our crossing).

  4. Earthquakes happen. A lot. According to one article I read, scientific instruments record over 15,000 a year. 100-150 of them can actually be felt. A 6.8 earthquake occurred outside Wellington while we were visiting the capital city. David was the only one home in our Airbnb and felt it as a “big truck going by.”

  5. Public bathrooms are everywhere. They’re clean and free to use, and you don’t have to search to find them.

  6. Unlike Australia, New Zealand was not a penal colony. It was a religious settlement. However, many convicts in Australia later moved on to NZ, and lots of Kiwis are descended from them. This is now much less of a stigma than it used to be.

  7. Maori culture and language appear to be quite well integrated in New Zealand, especially in comparison to, say, Native American culture in the U.S. or even Aboriginal culture in Australia. I was impressed to see that Wellington is in the midst of a campaign to go fully bilingual as a city, and the government would like all primary schools to offer Maori language instruction by 2025. The Te Papa museum is an amazing place to learn about Maori history and way of life.

  8. There is no gun problem in New Zealand. Police officers are not armed.

  9. At the time of European contact, NZ had no native land mammals other than bats. And there are no large predators to be found even now--none of the mountain lions, bears, or other scary beasts we normally watch out for. That meant we could march off into the forests/mountains with nothing to concern us but the weather. What a relief! [Europeans introduced the rabbits that have become a nuisance to farmers as well as the wild pigs that are to this day called “Captain Cookers,” after English explorer Captain James Cook.]

  10. Speaking of the above, there are also no “creepy crawlies,” as the host at our farmstay in Wanaka told us. Compared to the legion venomous insects and snakes of Australia, this is a fairly big deal--and it was another source of comfort for this paranoid traveler.

  11. There are lots of towel warmers and bathroom heaters in New Zealand, but not much central heating. Brrrr. Good thing we were there in early spring.

  12. Driving is on the left in New Zealand, as most people know. But otherwise, the driving is not particularly challenging, at least in my experience. The roads are well maintained, and the speed limit is a modest 100 km/hr (62 mph) on open road. What I found interesting was a safe driving campaign throughout the country with signs reading, “New Zealand roads are different. Allow extra time.” Perhaps they have not been to Italy, I thought, or Tunisia. In one Central Otago town, we saw a more potent message: “We have no doctors, no hospital, one cemetery. Drive carefully.”

  13. Trampolines are everywhere. Climbing up one hillside near Wanaka, David and I counted at least 10 in the backyards down below. There was one at The Store near Kaikoura, and one at our farmstay too. Luca spent his fair share of time jumping on them. “New Zealand parents are not risk averse,” one local told me.

  14. Women got the right to vote in 1893, making New Zealand the first self-governing country in the world in which women had the right to vote in parliamentary elections. Yowza.

  15. Beautiful landscapes and waterscapes sprawl out before you just about everywhere you go. I could have stopped the car every ten minutes to take pictures, but most of the time Luca was sleeping in back.

  16. The country seemed so idyllic that I asked one local what the problems are. She mentioned high rates of suicide and diabetes, particularly among the Maori population. Other social problems do exist, including poverty and domestic violence.

  17. There are about seven sheep to every person in New Zealand. The total population (of humans) is around five million--a little more than the population of Los Angeles and a little less than New York City.


The breathtaking Hooker Valley Track at Aoraki/Mt. Cook.

The breathtaking Hooker Valley Track at Aoraki/Mt. Cook.

The beach in Kekerengu, outside The Store.

The beach in Kekerengu, outside The Store.

Maori language is highly visible in New Zealand and often sprinkled into English text without translation. This is a floor decal at the Te Papa museum in Wellington. Kino means “bad.”

Maori language is highly visible in New Zealand and often sprinkled into English text without translation. This is a floor decal at the Te Papa museum in Wellington. Kino means “bad.”

Children’s books in Maori and English.

Children’s books in Maori and English.

What to do with a toddler in Lincoln City, Oregon

The magnificent playground at Regatta Park.

The magnificent playground at Regatta Park.

Before we arrived in Lincoln City, I despaired a bit about finding toddler-centric activities. I had trouble finding information online, other than a few generic articles on kid-friendly stuff. But I needn’t have worried. After two months here, I feel pretty confident that Luca and I have explored just about every last inch of toddler-friendly ground. And I’m happy to say we found quite a bit of fun and adventure along the way.

This post is for future visitors with children in the 1 to 4 age range. I’ve divided the activities into those best for nice weather and those suited to rainy days (which I’m told become pretty frequent between November and March).

Nice weather activities

Playgrounds at Regatta Park, Wecoma Park, and the Outlets

Regatta Park is really a stand-out in terms of playgrounds, with a sprawling wooden play structure, an additional  upper level playground, and the gorgeous backdrop of Devil’s Lake. When you get tired of playing on the playground, walk down to the lakeshore and dig in the sand of the little lake beach, take a dip in the shallow waters, or have a stroll on the dock (preferably with a free life jacket on the tot).

The playground at Wecoma Park is small and close to the beach with modest-sized equipment suited to toddlers, and a little free library. There’s also a nice green area to run around and picnic table.

The playground at the Outlets is small but fun--especially the whale slide with barnacles. It’s sunny, protected from wind, and a great place to stop while shopping. We like to combine a stop here with a visit to the organic food market (Trillium Natural Foods) across the street.

Examining the forest floor at Agnes Creek open space.

Examining the forest floor at Agnes Creek open space.

Open spaces: Spring Lake, Friends of Wildwoods, Cutler City, Agnes Creek

These were a late discovery for us since I didn’t understand what “open space” meant at first. Essentially, these are small areas of wooded land with short trails running through them, little pockets of pristine wilderness surrounded by residential streets. Because they are small and the trails are short and safe, they’re great places to “go hiking” with toddlers. Most of them took us a half hour or an hour at most to explore on foot, mostly with Luca walking but sometimes riding on my back or shoulders. A carrier could be good here, though I like to encourage walking where Luca is able.

Connie Hansen Garden

We made several visits to this delightful little one-acre garden with its native Oregon plantings, beautiful flowers, koi pond, and footbridges. It’s just the right size for toddler exploration, and Luca loved leading the way along the paths, climbing up on the benches, playing hide and seek amongst the trees, and choosing a little handmade keepsake from the shop inside. It’s free and open daily from dawn to dusk. We were often the only ones there.

The Connie Hansen Garden.

The Connie Hansen Garden.

Beach hopping/Tide pooling

The beach is an obvious and easy go-to activity for any nice, not-too-windy day (we ended up buying Luca a windbreaker-style jacket with hood just for this purpose). Early in our stay, we got him a nice set of beach toys at NorthWest Winds Kites & Toys, and we kept them in the car for impromptu beach visits. I love living so close to the beach that you can go for an hour or two in the afternoon, or whenever you feel like it. If you time it right, you can explore the tide pools that are exposed at low tide--and the fascinating green anemones, starfish, barnacles, etc that live within them.

Finders Keepers

There is a tradition in Lincoln City that comes from the glass floats that used to wash ashore here from Japanese fishing nets. Hand blown glass floats made by local artists are hidden between the high tide line and the embankment for people to find as a kind of community event/public art installation. Though we never found one, it was fun to get Luca excited about searching, and he found lots of other interesting things on the beach. We turned some of his treasures, including shells and small rocks, into fridge magnets by gluing small magnets from JoAnn Fabrics (in the Safeway shopping center) to the back.

Farmers’ Market on Sundays (10am-2pm) at the Lincoln City Cultural Center

Live music, balloon animals, freshly made donuts, dogs to pet….what’s not to love for a toddler? This was a weekly stop for us on Sunday mornings, and we usually stayed for a delicious lunch at the tables set out in the food court area.

Rainy day activities

Driftwood Library

The Driftwood Library has a fabulous children’s department, with tons of great books as well as a train table, play kitchen, and lots of other toys. Highly entertaining story times (sometimes with crafts) are on Mondays and Thursdays at 10:30am.

Bob’s Beach Books

This is a nice independent bookstore with a good children’s section and a fun selection of postcards to mail home.

Bijou Theater

The Bijou is a small, old-timey theater with amazing atmosphere. The owner stands up front and gives a little talk about the movie before it begins. On weekend mornings, they sometimes show kids’ movies for two dollars a ticket.

Prehistoric

With many breakables on display, this dinosaur-themed store is not exactly geared to toddlers, but if you have one who is extremely interested in dinosaurs (as ours is), it’s worth keeping him/her on a short tether to have a look around. Leave with a shark tooth, a shiny rock, or some other treasure.

Play area at Scout Northwest Trading Company

Another fun find at the Lincoln City Outlets. This Pacific Northwest-themed store, with pine-scented candles and soaps, cool clothes, and camping gear, also has a great little playhouse. It has a lego table with tons of legos, chalkboard walls, and a play kitchen. Luca and I went here on at least five occasions, and he never wanted to leave.

Candyland candy store

I mean, if you are crazy enough to give your toddler lots of candy.

The beach by Proposal Rock at Neskowin.

The beach by Proposal Rock at Neskowin.

Kid-Friendly Restaurants

Eleanor’s Undertow

Think supermarket-style vending machines with plastic rings, glow-in-the-dark aliens, and other treasures, arcade games, grilled cheese, and ice cream sundaes.

La Roca

Tasty Oaxacan-style Mexican food in a very family-friendly, low-key atmosphere.

Cafe at Hawk Creek

Delicious wood-fired pizzas, a children’s menu, attentive service. Get there early (by 5pm) if you don’t want to wait. Adjacent to the beach at Neskowin with its dramatic Proposal Rock.

Olde Line Lanes & Kitchen

This is a hip(ster) restaurant/bowling alley. Toddlers can’t really bowl, but they can watch! This place was a fun, casual spot for dinner and beers. No children’s menu but lots of kid-friendly foods and soft-serve ice cream or homemade cakes and cookies for dessert.

Mojo Coffee

This was a go-to spot for us, with the option to grab our coffee (me) and smoothie (Luca) to go at the drive-through window, or to sit and enjoy the pretty little garden out back.

Wine Tasting with Babies & Toddlers in Oregon’s Willamette Valley

Stoller Family Estate has a tire swing, cornhole, and other kid-friendly games.

Stoller Family Estate has a tire swing, cornhole, and other kid-friendly games.

Wine tasting sounds like an adult activity. But don’t be fooled. It’s actually surprisingly enjoyable with babies and toddlers, provided you make good choices.

Some tips for doing it right

Go to a winery that is known to be child-friendly, or call ahead to make sure. Places with large outdoor spaces are much preferable to small tasting rooms tailored to adults.

Arrive early in the day, on a weekday. The Willamette Valley wineries all seem to open at 11am. That’s the perfect time to set up camp with a blanket and a baby. You’ll likely have the place mostly to yourself. Drink some vino, have a picnic lunch!

Stoller Family Estate at mid-day on a Wednesday.

Stoller Family Estate at mid-day on a Wednesday.

Pick a place that serves food. It’s so nice to have a beautiful cheese or charcuterie board delivered right to you, and cheese, crackers, and fruits cut into small pieces are perfect for little ones. Supplement with your own snacks or sandwiches from home--no one will bat an eye.

Designate a driver. Obviously. Babies and buzzed adults can nap in the car between wineries if you plot your route carefully. On a tip from a local, we drove the length of Worden Hill Road (Route 12) from Dundee and saw some of the oldest, most stunning wineries in the region and a landscape that reminded me of Tuscany with its rolling hills and color palette of deep greens, reds, and browns.

Take your time. It’s not just about the wine. It’s about soaking up the vibe of wine country and immersing yourself in the beautiful scenery. On one visit to the Stoller Family Estate, I walked Luca in his stroller for a nap, which gave me the chance to stroll the grounds and see more of the vineyards in harvest season. If I’d had the time, I would have loved to stay a couple nights in the adorable nearby town of Carlton and spent a few days touring wineries in the area. Stoller also has its own guesthouse on site.


A fancy cheese board made a nice accompaniment to our toddler-friendly pinwheel sandwiches and pretzels.

A fancy cheese board made a nice accompaniment to our toddler-friendly pinwheel sandwiches and pretzels.

A balloon is never a bad idea. Luca amused himself on the petanque court with this one while we tasted wine at WillaKenzie Estate.

A balloon is never a bad idea. Luca amused himself on the petanque court with this one while we tasted wine at WillaKenzie Estate.

My sister and her baby relaxing in the picnic area at WillaKenzie.

My sister and her baby relaxing in the picnic area at WillaKenzie.

Little bodies, big feelings: Toddler emotions on the road

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Before we even left home, Luca was struggling. He hated seeing furniture moved out of place, being unable to access the toys already packed into boxes, and having our focus as parents so fully diverted to the task of moving out. We tried to ease his transition by preserving some space exactly as normal--namely, his bedroom. My mom came and picked him up early on moving day so that he wouldn’t see his room dismantled and his home emptied by the movers.

[And speaking of emotions, I felt more than a little guilt at selling the only home he has ever known…]

Once we arrived in Oregon, he was even more confused. We spent the first few days in a lovely little Airbnb in the Hawthorne neighborhood of Portland, which he called “the cottage.” He definitely thought it was our new home. He bonded so deeply to that place that he is still referencing it a month later. Meanwhile, the housesit where we’re living now is called “the lodge.” It didn’t feel quite right to call it “our house,” and it was too cumbersome to say “[the owners’] house.” But Luca likes labels. So somehow we settled on THE LODGE for our current abode, and I’m sure we’ll come up with other names for future dwellings so that he can sort them in his mind.

He likes it here (particularly the gas fireplace that he can turn on himself each morning, “making a fire to warm us up”). But periodically he tells us he wants to go home, and we know exactly where he means. At first I was so gutted to hear this that I tried to ignore it or change the subject. But then I realized I was doing him a disservice. So I started saying that sometimes I miss home and feel like going there too. He seemed to appreciate the validation.

But he is still a little confused. In mid-September, David’s uncle and family came to visit for the weekend from Bend, Oregon. As he was exploring their rental house, Luca asked, “Where is my room?”

More recently, my sister and brother-in-law came to stay with us for a week with their 9 month-old baby. I wondered how he would react to seeing his Philly people in Oregon. He was basically ecstatic--and full of affection for them all that lasted their whole visit. I had never seen him so eager to grasp their hands, cuddle in next to them on the couch, kiss and hug his cousin, or tell them he loved them. It was extremely sweet...but made me a bit worried that he has been lonely.

I started thinking about the times I’ve felt lonely so far and realized that the intensity of those emotions must be so much stronger for him. I have the benefit of a lifetime of experience with travel to know that the people I love will still be there when I return. Luca has none of that. One night early in their visit, I heard him solemnly tell my sister, “I’m living someplace different now.” He sounded so old and wise about it that it made my stomach drop.

But he is amazingly resilient. And (as much as it smacks my heart around to think that anything we are doing could cause him pain), I hope that this experience will make him even moreso.

Ideas for Easing Toddler Feelings of Displacement*

  • My sister made a special sign that reads “Welcome to Luca’s Room.” He added some shiny stars and was very excited about hanging it up. We’ll take it with us each place we go and hang it on the door to help him feel a sense of his own place in each new locale.  

  • A few touchstone toys have really helped--especially his old familiar lovies for sleeping. Though it’s kind of a pain to lug around, I think sleeping in the same “bed” (the Baby Bjorn travel crib) everywhere we go is really valuable for him too. We worried at two and a half that he had grown too big for it, but he has slept like a champ so far. [Practical tip--you can fit a Baby Bjorn travel crib into an extra large rolling suitcase with room to spare. This becomes extremely important when you are paying full fare for your toddler and need him to be able to check a full-size (50 lb, 23 kilo) bag of his own, rather than using the travel crib as a checked item and paying for excess weight in your other bags.]

  • And speaking of sleep, we’ve made a change while traveling that we would NEVER have done at home after all our careful weeks and months of sleep training. Here in Oregon, we are all (gasp) sleeping in the same room. It is extremely comforting to Luca, and in our current housesit the only other option was to put him on a different floor from us. I don’t know if this arrangement will continue to make sense, but right now it is resulting in (95%) great sleep for all, and that feels like a win.

  • Talking about the sad feelings and showing him how we cope has also helped. He has really enjoyed writing postcards and letters and of course Facetime-ing with loved ones back home.

  • Another idea from my sister is to make a book together of our travels--starring Luca as the main character--that begins at home in Philadelphia and then continues in each new place we visit. I think this could be a fun and meaningful project for the two of us. I also think it will help him remember where we have been, since his long-term memory is still developing!


*I realized while writing this how extremely lucky we are to be dealing with toddler feelings of displacement because of a privileged choice we made to travel together as a family. Google “toddler displacement,” and you will find a lot of toddlers whose families never got to choose, who are at this moment living in completely unfamiliar environments without their parents or any sense of security. WE MUST END FAMILY SEPARATION.