Happy holidays from the Fragrant Family!
Tomorrow we’re off to our first family trip to the Philippines. The initial leg is 13.5 hours long, the next a mere five hours. And we have a 15-month-old toddler with us.
So, on this, Junior’s inaugural plane ride, we have prepared the following:
Tomorrow we’re off to our first family trip to the Philippines. The initial leg is 13.5 hours long, the next a mere five hours. And we have a 15-month-old toddler with us.
So, on this, Junior’s inaugural plane ride, we have prepared the following:
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- Lots of toys: He’s got cars, stickers, blocks, books – and he’ll also play with whatever’s within reach.
- iPad apps: Fisher Price has a Laugh & Learn series with cute animals that Junior loves. Plus I bought The Dark Crystal, which Hubby thinks is too scary for baby but I think he’ll enjoy it!
- Lots of snacks: Three bags of graham bunny biscuits, Fig Newtons, Lara bars, granola bars, and whatever takes our fancy at the airport.
- Lots of diapers: Like, 12 diapers and 1,000 wipes, probably.
- Trunki: It’s a little suitcase that kids can ride! Junior’s a little too short at the moment (80 cm), but he loves pushing it around. We got the yellow one. Its name is Bernard?
The plan is for Junior to nurse during takeoff, and since that’s around his usual nap time, he should sleep for 1-2 hours. Then we would have 5-6 hours before his actual bedtime. Planned activities during this time include playing, reading, and doing laps around the entire plane. Hopefully the engines will drown out his excited yelling, because he still can’t regulate his volume. Or his emotions. Or his limbs.
This will be so fun at 40,000 feet in the air. Santa never had to deal with this.
Obviously, no plan goes according to plan. For example, Hubby is already down with a cold. So Junior will probably spend the entire time wailing at the top of his lungs, wiggling like a deranged ferret in his father’s arms, while I doze peacefully right beside the chaos.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
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This will be so fun at 40,000 feet in the air. Santa never had to deal with this.
Obviously, no plan goes according to plan. For example, Hubby is already down with a cold. So Junior will probably spend the entire time wailing at the top of his lungs, wiggling like a deranged ferret in his father’s arms, while I doze peacefully right beside the chaos.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
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