Our last “vacation” with the baby was when he was three months
old. We flew from Kentucky to Arizona where dear hubby spent two weeks in a
training course for work and I traveled back and forth between the hotel and my
grandparents’ house. I was scared as hell to fly with Mason at that age, but it
turned out to be totally fine. He slept through both flights there. It was
awesome. Look ... there he is, sleeping on the plane.
This trip, however, he’s at the age where he’s like a real person with
feelings and thoughts or whatever, so we’re going to have to keep him
entertained. Oh, and did I mention that we’re dropping off the dogs at a the
kennel, driving three house to Louisville, spending the night in a hotel,
flying out of Louisville the next day to Vegas for a two-hour layover and then
flying to Reno? There we are renting a car, and hubby is dropping me off for
the bachelorette party. Rehearsal dinner is the next night. Best friend’s
wedding is Labor Day. Tuesday morning we fly out of Reno back to Vegas for
another short layover before going to Spokane where hubby’s parents are picking
the three of us up. Then we drive two hours to Hope, Idaho. Jesus freaking
Christ. So, this week is packing,
cleaning and baking (to get rid of food).
Therefore, I implemented the following rules for the week before a long, far, vacation:
Therefore, I implemented the following rules for the week before a long, far, vacation:
1.) Cookies are an acceptable breakfast. Especially if you make three batches of dough for friends and co-workers. Hey, that butter and eggs shouldn’t go to waste!
Okay, I’m sure I’ll put up another post about traveling with an almost two-year old when we get back, but I’m gone for like two weeks or something. I don’t remember.
xoxo
Jessie