We are getting ready for a big vacation. We'll be flying to New York to spend four days before taking a flight cross country to spend three weeks in Seattle. Needless to say that I am beyond excited. I can't wait to visit NYC, spend time with family and friends in the wonderful PNW, discover some fun new places with Félix, and visit old favorites. I am happy to get to show off Clover, a lot of my family hasn't seen him since he was six months old. But...
But not many people want to hold a wriggling 20-month old toddler, and not many 20 month old toddlers want to be held. My sweet cooing baby has become a running, jumping, climbing, kicking, wonderful little boy. Which is great, of course I wouldn't have it any other way. He's the best. Of course, this time Félix is with us. And we have new toys, old favorites, snacks, stickers, iphone apps. But, the closer we get to this flight the greater my fear grows. I know parents and kids fly all the time, sometimes to the chagrin of the other passengers sometimes not but my fear still remains. Any good tips? War stories? Tales of happy babies and happy passengers?