Yes folks, that's going to be us, this Friday at 6AM (you don't even wanna ask me what time we have to get up on Friday morning) as we jet towards a long weekend in Seattle to fetch Zack and reconnect with Matt, Meg and Zack's paternal family. Ok, so I'm naturally a little nervous about that...I haven't seen any of these folks in nearly 11 years and well, lets all be honest, divorces, and in particular mine and Mike's didn't exactly leave any of them enamoured of me. But hopefully that's in the past and we're moving towards more amicable relations. Still though, that's not the thing that has me really wanting to make myself a valium necklace and lick it for the next week.
Nope, the thing that has me most nervous is flying with a 13 month old. And we all know that babies on airplanes are just about everyone's favourite things, especially those poor souls who are booked on the same flights as we are. I have a feeling Gaby is going to get in touch with her inner holy terror and as a result of that I'll be buying drinks for everyone on board.
Add to that, I have no earthly clue what I should take on the plane with us to keep her occupied during a 90 minute flight and then an almost 5 hour flight. And I made sure, when booking the tickets that I wasn't going to cause a ruckus for breastfeeding at 30,000 feet. Yes, we're still breastfeeding. Oh quite rolling your eyes will you! It's natural and normal and the way we were intended to feed our offspring, holy terrors or otherwise. Gabz will wean when she's ready. Anyhow, thankfully our airline says they are BF friendly. But with my luck we'll get stuck next to some old coot that thinks boobs are for...well BOOBS! I might just have to educate me an ignoramus! And it's not like I just flop them out for everyone to see...I'm not that cruel!
So how many toys and books and assorted crap does one take on an airplane with a one-year-old? I have no idea, but I guess we're going to find out. And yes, we'll be documenting the entire voyage with both video and still cameras. I want to capture the madness and share it with you all. *lol*
On that note I need to go drag all the luggage out of the garage and into the house and start getting us all packed. Fun fun fun....NOT!