Flying with kids is always a big ginormous crap shoot. You could schedule your flight for their nap time only to have them fall asleep on the way to the airport and proclaim “THE HELL I AM NAPPING ON THIS PLANE.” or you could schedule it for their prime awake time to find that they fall asleep upon taxi and wake up upon landing. Babies are fickle little creatures. When it came time to schedule a flight for Addie, Vivi and me to come to Utah this week I debated early afternoon vs. late evening. Cody and I figured that Vivi is so set in her routine that late evening would result in a sleeping baby from Indianapolis to Salt Lake.
That baby slept a grand total of 33 minutes. The big one didn’t sleep a wink either but she did a fantastic job of keeping herself (and her sister) entertained. Vivi really only cried once when we landed in Utah and I’m pretty sure it was because she had had ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE PLANE AND YOUR LAP. She had a bad habit of flailing her leg, banging the seat in front of us. I offered to buy the guy a drink for all the rhythmic baby thumping he put up with but he just smiled and said “Thank you, but I totally understand.”
Bless you seat 18C.
I can’t express how grateful I was and am for how many people offered to help. I’ve learned over the years when traveling with kids you have to head out into the world with them not expecting any special favors or accommodations, but always being outrageously grateful when someone goes out of their way to assist you. One man insisted on carrying my bag off the plane for me, I was SO thankful since the shape of the bag plus carrying Vivi made me a very awkward fit down the narrow aisle. It was only once we got off the plane that I noticed the man that offered to help me only had one arm.
People astound me.
I know there’s a lot of jerks out there in the world, but there are an awful lot of spectacular people as well.
My first cross (most of the) country flight with both girls by myself went really well…and I have the kindness of strangers to thank for it.