You’re not going to believe this, but after not knowing what was going to happen on our first red-eye trip with our two-year-old, pulling an all nighter was not one of the outcomes we were expecting. That’s right folks, our two-year-old literally did not sleep one freaking wink on our flight out to New York. Pretty amazing, actually. He wasn’t even really in a bad mood either. He did, however, fall asleep in the cab ride from the airport to the hotel. He also fell asleep for thirty minutes on our airplane ride home. (more…)
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In exactly seven hours we will be hopping on the red-eye to JFK from SFO with our two-year-old son. I’m still trying to figure out if we’re geniuses or idiots. I’ll guess I’ll let you know after tonight. Our decided strategy was to put August down for a very late nap (at 4pm) in the hopes that MAYBE (yeah, right) he’ll sleep until it’s time to leave for our flight. We’ll see. We decided worse case scenario he doesn’t nap and we’re no better off or worse than we would be had we put him down for a nap at lunch time. (more…)
A Mom walks into a bar and says, “I’m taking a red-eye with my two-year-old son…”. Funny or not? I’ll let you know next week, cause guess what folks, we’re doing it. Brent is going on another business trip, so instead of letting him live it up like a bachelor, we found these incredible prices, and now August and I are going too. But the catch is we have to take the red-eye. (more…)
I love travelling. In fact, if I ever strike it rich, and I have a child who is old enough to understand that he can close his eyes and sleep on an airplane, I would travel around the world. But man, it’s hard to sleep in someone else’s home, and on top of that travelling with a two-year old is not what I would call a piece of cake. Staying with other people, besides your own family, can be really difficult because you’re constantly trying to be polite, offering to help when you can, making sure you are picking up after yourself, grateful for whatever money they spend on you while you’re there, and try not to piss anyone off with whatever might come flying out of your mouth. (more…)
I have a friend who prefers to schedule her vacations down to every “t”. I however, like to live more spontaneously. The way I plan a trip is I buy a book (typically a Lonely Planet), I determine where I will lay my head every night and whether I will need a car (preferably not, but out here in Denver you need one). Then on the airplane ride, I crack open the book and read about where I’m going. Along the way I will mark restaurants of interest as well as destinations and any places I must see before leaving. That’s it. I don’t know where or when my next meal will occur, I don’t know how I will get from point A to point B, and I certainly don’t know where I’m going when I wake up in the morning. (more…)
What I want to know is why were there several toddlers around us as we travelled to Denver today, and all of them were asleep but mine? Seriously, I’m not exaggerating, literally every single one of them (and I think I counted five) was asleep for most of the 2.5 hours in the air. I was dying to go around and interview every parent, and have them tell me what their secret is. In fact, come to think of it, I really should – what a missed opportunity. Oh well, don’t fret, I have the trip home to interview them. (more…)
August and I took the most ideal plane trip with a toddler possible. Our trip was a quick jaunt down to Orange County from San Francisco to visit my parents. We arrived at the airport about an hour early. We immediately went straight to our gate, and parked our stroller. I allowed August to guide where we would walk. He walked up and down several flights of stairs, because stairs are very cool if you’re not aware. There was also a small person red table with five blue and green chair around it. August and I would go over to the table and “order lunch” consisting of yogurt, cheese, prunes, chocolate and cookies. Oh, and we “drank marshmallows”. Personally, I would have skipped everything and gone straight for the chocolate and marshmallow drink, but i wasn’t in charge. Then since we were flying Southwest, we got in line behind person A29 (we flew Southwest), and waited for our turn to board. There were plenty of seats so August got his very own first window seat, and I sat in the middle.
He was amazing. We ate his dinner, we read Mr Tickle and Miss Giggles, we played hide and seek with his “Ducky”, and we giggled the whole way down. I really had fun with him. I even ordered a Diet Coke and got to drink it peacefully – no spills, no trying to take it away from me, nothing. If that wasn’t enough to impress you, he sat in his seat buckled in for the last 35 minutes of the flight, eating cereal. This was my tactic to get him to swallow during the decent, and it worked like a charm. Nothing like a whole bowl of cereal to protect against blocked ears. Once the ride was over, we were waiting to get off the plane. A woman behind us, who August was making at eyes at the whole ride (sometimes I question his taste in women, but maybe that improves with age and wisdom), and she said “He was better behaved than most adults”. “Thanks”, I said, with a smile and a giggle. I was so proud of us. Only our second solo flight, and we aced it. I was only disappointed that they no longer give out wings.