My babe survived the plane ride (wooohoooo)!

© Sarah Lipoff 2010

We’ve returned from our wonderful family vacation and are starting to get back into our normal routines. But, while washing the dirty clothes and unloading the dishwasher, I still catch myself shaking my head in amazement.

Our babe didn’t freak out on the plane!

The hubs and I figured that the ride there was a fluke – maybe she was just excited about a new adventure. But, when she actually seemed to enjoy the return flight, we both had to restrain ourselves from cheering gleefully! Yes, we let her watch a couple of hours of Sesame Street on the laptop and kept her mouth full of either grapes, cheese, or crackers (her favs of the moment) along with a gut filling combo of sippy-cup and bottle. BUT, not once did she scream out in complaint over being restrained in such a small space.

Speaking of gut-filling, all that liquid dangerously loaded my daughter’s diaper to the point I was worried there

might be an overflow if something wasn’t done about the situation. I wasn’t about to stop the intake of tasty beverages, so off to the lavatory we went. If you haven’t visited a plane bathroom with a child, it is truly a fabulous experience full of amazing maneuvering and utter mess.

First off, the changing table is seriously two feet by one foot (yes – I’m exaggerating a bit). My babe hasn’t been that small since birth! And, there’s no room to stand a wee tot to pull off a diaper and replace in an upright position. So, I wrangled her onto the changing table, and attempted diapering.

My daughter is also utterly fascinated with new things, and found the plane’s soap dispenser, paper towels, garbage, toilet flush knob, and pretty much every other part of the bathroom the coolest thing ever. AND, what made things worse was that she could reach all these items, pulling them out, down, pressing levers, and alternately shoving her hands into the garbage.

Awesome.

Getting the diaper on her wasn’t as challenging as I thought. Cleaning up the bathroom after our short visit was the bigger problem.

As we excited the lavatory, my daughter squealed with delight as she caught sight of her dad’s head and the glowing view of Elmo.

The frustration of the bathroom melted away and I started doing calculations in my head to determine if we could afford a trip to Hawaii anytime soon.

Now, how much ARE those tickets?

Traveling on planes with babes

A milestone will take place next week. We will be venturing on our very first plane trip with our babe. I am excited to do some traveling and totally scared that we will be that family on the plane with that screaming child that just wont stop. You know, that one you’ve craned your neck to get a look at and then carefully stared down the parents?

Yeah, I’ve done that – before I had my own kid.

My daughter is not easily contained. Changing her diaper involves holding her down. Getting her into the car seat sometimes involves lots of patience. The idea of “holding her on my lap” for three hours makes my stomach do a scary-icky-twisty thing.

I fear for the rest of the passengers on that plane.

Basically, I’m probably going to be packing some undies and a t-shirt and shorts for myself, clothes for my babe, and fill every other available bit of space with stuff to entertain the child.

I’m not sure if it’ll be enough.

I am aware that I’m overreacting and the minute she gets on the plane she’ll probably fall asleep. But, you never know.

What has saved you on plane trips with your kids?

Seriously, please tell me. I need some help here!