Flew across the country today with a 12-month-old (well, almost) and a 3-year-old. They handled the flight surprisingly well. TJ was immersed in his dvds (Dora, Nemo and Toy Story) and only had a meltdown once.
For some reason, the flight was actually longer than I expected - 6 full hours - and it coincided right with their mealtime. I only brought snacks, not sandwiches or anything and when he really needed something to avert the impending meltdown, like apple juice or peanuts, there was a medical emergency on board and the flight attendants wouldn't bring anything. Ay.
Luckily the woman in front of me heard what was going on and slipped me some jello jigglers that did the trick. Thank goodness!
Julia decided not to sleep the entire day. She did fall asleep in my arms for about 10 minutes with her little thumb planted firmly in her mouth and my heart melted and I fell in love with her even deeper. Seeing her sweet little self in my lap, sleeping, so innocent and trusting and beautiful and knowing that she is such a part of me is just really amazing.
TJ kept on asking me if he could push the button that reclines the seat. Of course, I gave him permission, he wasn't even moving the seat, just pushing the button. By the end of the flight, he was convinced that he was flying the plane and pushing that was making the plane go down.
Hotel is beautiful. Hoping for nice weather, because neither John or I like casinos, so we were hoping for some pool and some hiking action, we'll see.
Both kids crashed out in cribs (!) and I think we will be shortly on their trail. Is that the saying?