There are not words to describe what it’s like to fly with a toddler. The last time we took Beckett on an airplane she was still nursing and we nursed on the way up, she slept, we nursed on the way back down and in no time we had landed. It was lickety split. To say this latest trip was MUCH different would be the understatement of my life. It was surreal.
Vacationing with my toddler: Lessons Learned
The airplane bathroom is incredibly soundproof. Pull your heads out of the gutter, because I am talking about full-throttle, over-the-top, blood curdling tantrum that lasted almost 45 minutes. Out of the bathroom exited an exhausted, wrung-out papa and a beet-red, sweat-drenched toddler. Albeit she was calmer.
Trying to find toys for a child who doesn’t play with toys is like trying to get the world to start spinning the opposite direction. The bead set that held her attention the longest meant walking a teensy, tinsy fine line between fun and frustration. If she had just been able to wash the dishes or help serve drinks with the stewardesses, we’d have been golden.
My old stomping ground from childhood has become a favorite place for Beckett. Happy Hollow has forever altered the concept of a “park” in her mind.
If you haven’t met my daughter or seen her in awhile, the best way to get to know her is to listen to her go to sleep. You’ll hear at least a dozen repetitions of the ABC’s and an entire overview of her day as told to her baby doll. Plus, you are certain to hear an adorable version of Amazing Grace and her appreciation of being a “wetch” (a.k.a. a wretch) who was saved.
We, meaning Beckett, ironically handled a two-plus hour flight better than a ninety-minute flight. Go figure.
The support and love of family is so apparent and dear when you have not seen them for much too long. Virtual hugs aren’t the same as real ones.
There are few things cuter than watching two children embrace in an all-out hug and lean in for a sweetly innocent kiss.
California makes it easy to live green. From forward thinking cities banning plastic bags and Styrofoam to recycling services that boggle your mind and help rid the landfills of excess waste.
We have officially shelved the thought of taking a “family” trip to Hawaii anytime in the foreseeable future. I can’t handle a five-hour flight. Hey, Grandma, you interested in watching Ms. B?!