Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Flashback: Flying with Kids
I know many of you have been anxiously waiting our travel stories so here it goes!
First of all I will say that considering that we were all up since 3 am, had 3 flights, and one longer lay over- Carter and Tay did great. Taylor was the hardest. She is 12 months old and just a wiggly baby. She wants to crawl and climb and very much prefers sleeping in her own bed. It was a little trickier with her but Carter was awesome. During the last 2 hours of the last flight he did get a little antsy as well but that is when I whipped out our new portable DVD player. Thanks Drew- for getting it for us. I don't think I would have needed it on a normal DC to Boise flight (two shorter flights with one lay over) but this day was a totally different story...
We woke the kids up at 3 am for our 1 1/2 hour drive to BWI (Baltimore). Carter was too excited to sleep! Tay was really confused as to why we woke up her in the middle of the night. We checked in at skycap (the BEST way to do it when you have more than one kid) and headed in. The security check line was really long and a business man in line stopped us as we headed to get in line and said "oh, go up to the head of the line, they will let you in". Hm, ok! We said good bye to Drew and they let us go right in. The security screening was as hilarious as ever. Unloading the stroller, taking shoes off, folding the stroller, etc. just to load it up again is quite the task when it is just one of you with kids. Of course, the business men behind me were giving me rude looks because it took me a few more minutes than normal but I took my time. No rush. It is not like they offered to help anyway.
Flight #1: By this time, the kids were exhausted. Tay was starting to get fussy but Carter was wired with excitement. I had wrapped 3 small matchbox tractors in tissue- one "surprise" for each of our three flights. Carter opened the first one after the ascent and pretty much played with it and snacked for the duration of the flight. Tay didn't cooperate as nicely. She liked the take off but once we were up in the air, she screamed her little lungs off for a long time. The only thing that would calm her down was to nurse her. She finally fell asleep nursing- Few!
Flight #2: By this point Tay was totally exhausted. She cried hard for a while but again fell asleep nursing. Luckily she slept for about an hour. Carter snuggled his blanky up into a pillow and immediately fell asleep for the entire flight. It was a shorter flight but at least he got a nap in. Ok, so during this flight is our first "Story".
The three of us were settled nicely in our seats (window and middle). Tay was sitting happily on my lap and Carter was looking out the window. One of the last people to board the plane was a lady probably my mom's age, dressed in power suit, carrying a Prada shoulder bag. She comes to our row and rudely says "Oh, my God!" I say to her, "Oh dear. This won't be good." She then sits down with a huff. A few minutes later she says "@#&^! Do they always put the kids back here!" (Maybe it was her first time flying coach!) Ok, so there I am, running on less than 3 hours of sleep, traveling by myself with two kids who are also exhausted. In a moment of vulnerability, I almost started crying. But as soon as tears came to my eyes I thought to myself, "This isn't you! No one can bully you Corinne." So I turned to the lady and with a feisty voice said, "She WILL cry...You CAN find another seat if this is going to be a problem." Prada lady snorts back, "this is the LAST seat." I say again firmly, "She IS a baby and WILL cry so maybe you should switch with someone".
About an hour later (my kids both sweetly sleeping) she leans over and starts chit chatting. She never really apologized for being so rude but we did end up having a polite conversation. I probably wasn't very Christ-like but I absolutely don't feel bad about standing my ground with her.
Lay over: Story #2... we were walking to our next terminal when all of a sudden I slipped on a liquid on the floor. I seriously looked like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel. To keep my balance I kept pushing the stroller, trying to "walk" out of it. As I do that, I BARELY bumped into this older lady with the front tire of the stroller. I immediately and sincerely apologized to her. She turned around and says in a very vicious voice "They are only my ankles but that's ok!" What a grouch! Still feeling a little feisty, I say to her "I just slipped on something. I DID NOT mean to run into you!" I had barely touched this old lady...she wouldn't have even turned around had I not apologized. I could have just kept walking! Anyway, she then realized that I was serious and as I scoot off I hear her sheepishly saying, "well, your kids are adorable". Oh please! In the end it was kind of funny...can any of you see me purposely running down elderly women with my double stroller? For heavens sake!
Flight #3: Very long! This was the hardest one by far. Taylor took a little nap but was pretty fussy. I think we were all read to be done by the middle of this flight. I felt like a sailor who kisses the ground after being on a ship for months at sea. I was so happy to get off that third plane!
In the end it was just a day. Traveling with kids CAN be done :). Our return flight to Virginia will be a normal 2 flight, one stop trip. No worries here!