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Our recent vacation began with a flight. It has taken me several days to figure out the best way to blog about this flight. Because this flight need to be blogged about. I've decided that the numbers speak for themselves. Here they are:
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Days before trip that I started planning how to survive a flight with a toddler: 10
Toys in Jack's travel bag: 10 (red truck, blue truck, stretchy frog, stretchy dinosaur, 2 books, stuffed animal, Magnadoodle, Weeble Wobble, rubber duck)
Toys in Durel's bag for Jack: 2, as in one DVD player with Yo Gabba Gabba and SpongeBob DVDs
Snacks in Jack's travel bag: 10 (2 Nutri-Grain bars, goldfish, mini grahams, Kix, applesauce, 2 packs of mini muffins, cheesy crackers, fruit leather)
Minutes we arrived at airport before plane boarded: 60
Number of gates that Jack marched up and down prior to boarding plane, which we smugly thought was sure to tire him out: 8
Level of fear that Durel and I felt prior to boarding plane (on a scale of 1-10): 4
Empty seats on plane: 0
Minutes of flight from Austin to Fort Lauderdale: 150
Minutes that Jack screamed, wailed, sobbed, kicked, and flailed, while in flight: 130
Number of minutes Jack slept on flight: 0
Number of people around us on plane who offered food, medication, or other assistance: 5
Number of things that worked to calm Jack down: 0
Level of fear felt by Durel and I during the flight: 10
Minutes of drive time from Fort Lauderdale to Marathon, Florida Keys: 180
Minutes of drive that Jack slept, when Durel and I actually could have handled crying because we wouldn't have been worried about pissing off more than one hundred people: 160
Amount of wine consumed by Durel and I once we arrived at our destination and put Jack to bed: Lots
We're calling it the Toddlerpocalypse.
How's your day going?
Heather
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Oh gosh. This is why I don't think we'll be flying with Hunter for a very long time! I'm glad you survived. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, that's why I left my boy at home with my parents when I flew to CA last week. Just can't predict with kiddos are gonna do! Love the format of this post, BTW.
ReplyDeleteWhew... what an experience (made even worse since you seemed so prepared). It kind of reminds me of when Eli had acid reflux (colic?) as an infant, except his screaming never happened on a plane full of strangers (although I would happily trade 2-3 hours of embarrassment for three months of evening crying in a second).
ReplyDeleteGlad you made it through and lived to blog about it! Here's to happy babies on future vacations!
Oh dear! How was the flight back!??! I am now very afraid for the 1.5 hour flight I have scheduled for just me and Isaac in September!
ReplyDeleteOh what a flight. But the blog post was great, so there's that.
ReplyDelete@Erin, the flight back was decent. We flew SW and were able to snag a row of 3 seats for us, so we didn't have to hold him the entire time. That made *a lot* of difference. You can do it!
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