Which means we are flying. In a plane.
Just us two.
Ok, we just us two for the first leg of the flight - we're meeting up with Gram and Pap the second part (thank goodness!).
And I am a wee bit nervous.
I know, I know, I was all nervous this time last July when we flew cross-country to Philadelphia to visit relatives, but it was seriously a piece of cake. I had Chris around for help, Cole was itty-bitty and portable and breast-feeding, so it was no problem.
But this time? This time I am flying with a toddler, alone. A toddler who NEVER HOLDS STILL. Seriously, the only time he is still is when he's sleeping. Which is not something he does at the drop of a hat. AND we didn't get him his own seat, he'll be on my lap.
I am combated with visions of a screaming, thrashing toddler in tight coach seats, while other flyers look disapprovingly at me.
So, I am breaking out all the stops. Snacks? Check. Books? Check. The Sesame Street app for my smartphone? Check. (Only if true desperation arises, since we usually have a no TV policy for Cole...but hey, if it saves us from being kicked off the flight, I'll use whatever I need!)
And then some more unusual ideas I found while googling "toddlers on a plane":
- Pipe cleaners. Small, cheap, and no biggie if they get lost.
- Blue painter's tape. Hopefully I won't be using to tape Cole's mouth shut (I'm totally joking, don't worry)
- Aluminum foil. I wrapped up a new book in it, so Cole would have a "present" on the plane, then he can play with the foil.
- These baby food thingys, which are awesome since they don't require a spoon.
No words of wisdom at all since we are not anywhere near that brave, but I just wanted to say GOOD LUCK!!!
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