on a jet plane (with a toddler)
Flying to California last fall with a 6-month-old was hardly a piece of cake, but it was manageable. But flying with a 13-month-old? I have to admit, I’m feeling a little daunted. Here are the tricks I have up my sleeve:
An android zeepad tablet with several top-rated apps for her age group
Small toys wrapped in tinfoil
A box of bandaids
A bag of bags
And of course, bottles, pacifiers, small books, diapers, change of clothes, etc and so on.
Did I mention that my 84-year-old, not very mobile but very demanding, grandmother is coming along? I volunteered to do this trip with her so she can see at least one of her grandkids have an actual wedding. And who knows when she will see us all together again, if ever? Hard to say who will be harder to travel with, the baby or the grandma, but my bets are totally on grandma.
And did I mention that I hate Dallas, and hate Texas? All that concrete, and heat. And “state pride”.
At least it will be 80 degrees. And we will be in a garden area, so I’m hoping for greenery. It will be nice to see my cousins and aunt, but otherwise we won’t know anyone, and since the wedding starts at 7pm, I guess we won’t be staying long. The baby will need to go down by 9pm, the grandma soon after.