Tips for Flying with a Toddler

Stella and I just returned from 10 days with my parents. WOOHOO. We both were spoiled and pampered by my 'rents (and more pictures from her awesome vacation are to follow. I did not do much of anything save for write my dissertation). But I do want to share some tips I learned from 16 hours of air travel.

1. MYTH: Sitting in the back of the plane usually means that you will get an extra seat open in your row so your lap child can sit there. REALITY: sitting in the back of the plane is loud, but you may be placed next to other families that have small kids. This can be a boon - especially when those kids are (literally!) all the same age range as your kid. And this might mean that for a 4 hour leg of your 6 hour journey in the air, the kid across the aisle will have a DVD player and your kid will happily watch it because she has really never seen TV. Or watch the other kid blow tiny bubbles. Or sing her songs. Or share her crackers. Or the mom sitting next to you will hold your daughter while you pee, and have her son next to her sing songs and play peek-a-boo with your kid. And the maybe becuase of the noise, your kid will sleep a wonderful and peaceful 50 minute nap. And you will get off the plane thinking that was the best flight ever, and know deep in your heart that NONE Of the other legs of the trip will be like that. EVER.

2. Do not have your parents encourage your daughter to walk by holding your hands so that when you try to get on the plane home, all she will want to do is not sit in your lap and walk up and down the aisles.

3. Analyze the steward staff for sympathetic grandmas, moms or dads. You might get lucky on one leg of the trip and they will wistfully play with your kid because they want grandkids from their daughters. Otherwise, most of them are angry, bitter, over-worked women who have no patience for the fact that your kid only wants to sit in the middle of the aisle with her stuffed toy, and even though the drink cart is NO WHERE NEAR where your kid is, they will tell you she is going to get run over.

4. Your kids usual toys are boring and are not as fun as crawling under the seats, up the aisle, or the purse with shiny buckles under the seat of the lady across the aisle.

5. Starbucks straws last about 15 minutes. That's pretty awesome.

5a. Starbucks straws trying to pick up the lid of the sippy cup bottle makes your kid laugh like nobody's business for another 15 minutes, even if the cup lid gets thrown off the straw all over the place. 15 minutes of laughing is awesome.

6. Playing in the water basin in the bathroom lasts another 15 minutes. Oh yes. This is great.

7. Playing in the water in Mommy's Nalgene is also a fun activity because (hopefully) your kid's hands and arms fit perfectly through the wide-mouth bottle and into about 12 ounces of water just waiting to be splashed around.

8. Books that you've read a 100 times are boring. But ripping up Sky Mall is pretty neat.

9. On American Airlines, the seat cushion is attached with Velcro. Velcro is awesome.

10. Almost 14 month olds with an extreme oral fixation may not be the best candidates for crayons yet. Just saying...

11. Socks make awesome puppets. So do barf bags.

12. Hiding small stuffed toys up pant legs, shirts, and sleeves also make for 15 minutes of hilarity.

13. Hope that the people sitting behind you love playing peek-a-boo. A lot.

And that concludes most the things I learned. I also learned that we might not be flying with Stella again any time soon if we can help it.

Just because you're a mommy....

A month ago I met a dad at the dog park who was pushing his 10 month old (who was bigger than Stella!!) in a little tricycle. We chatting pleasantly for a bit and then he mentioned that if I stayed at home with Stella during the day, he had just joined a "baby group" that gets out and does cheap/free activities with others around town. Great, I said - I'll look into it. Now that Stella is way past the "larvae stage" (as a friend calls it) I feel bad that our weekly outings usually consist of trips to the grocery store, the post office and the swings. Now don't get me wrong - we are at the point now where if we even DRIVE past the playground in our neighborhood, she has a freak out if we don't stop. (And don't even get me started on what happens if we walk with Scupper past there... let's just say that Mommy is a sucker and we usually go on the swings).

Anyway, so I go on their website (sponsored by the larger "meetup.com" which actually seems like a good website for connecting with people) and join. I look at the calendar and they do quite a lot. trips to local museums, storytimes, walks in the park, etc. Most of the kids are 2 and younger, so I'm thinking, this is perfect!

So I go to my first one last week - a meetup at the local YMCA pool/aquatic center that has an awesome baby pool/fountain/slide thing. We're a little late, but I find the coordinating lady in the shallow end with her big black straw hat. "HI! - You must be Aimee! So excited to meet you, you know I am just so happy about this group, and I was SO excited to meet another mom that I haven't met before. You know, this is Michaela and she is just over one and we have been in swimming classes since she was 3 months, I mean, she just loves the water!" [look down, see baby crying softly, obviously not enjoying this at all] "I live around here, isn't this neat? Oh my, look at the straps on her bathing suit, you know, you never can tell about sizing, and boy, i guess i'm going to have to fix these straps, Oh Michaela, it's ok, you LOVE the water, right?"

Woosh. Take a deep breath. "Um, hi. Yes, I'm Aimee, this is Stella."

Finally, the lady took her daughter out of the water and wrapped her up in a towel and she immediately stopped fussing. (Duh). Then the questioning started, so what do you do? Oh that's right, you said you were a student. What do you do again?

Word to the wise. Saying that you're finishing up a PhD in theater is a big conversation ender. I think I just should have said i was a part-time teacher. That may have been more accessible. But let's just say that the conversations that followed were just awkward. They were talking about some new thing, and I admitted that i was in Babies-r-us for the first time in almost 6 months and that Stella and I were amazed all that the crap that you could get for your kids. (oops.) Then I wiped Stella's running nose with the hem of my sundress because I ran out of tissues in our swimming tote. (oops.) I was handed - no joke - a "boogie wipe." Literally, a baby wipe that is supposed to be for the nose and face so that kids don't have a fit when you wipe their face. "Grape flavored." Seriously? I couldn't get the "Grape" smell out of my fingers for two hours after I was offered one to try.

I guess I sound all high and mighty, (and terribly judgmental) but what the "Adventure" put in stark relief for me was that just because you're a mom and someone else is a mom doesn't mean that it is enough to form a friendship. (I guess I should have learned from my daily outings at the dog park, since not all people at the dog park are amazing people either...)

But i did learn one thing - don't drop the PhD bomb. Oh, and I guess that maybe you don't want to wipe your daughter's nose in public with the hem of your dress. I guess they could have gone home that day thinking i was a pretty horrible mother. ;) yeah for boogies.

From the bad mommy files...

So Stella has been enjoying being outside lately. The weather here has basically been around 70 and sunny... so why not be outside most of the time? I have been transplanting tomato seedlings, aloe babies, and other various plants... weeding... playing ball with Scupper - and Stella has been digging with her plastic rake in the dirt in our container plants and crawling about the yard. What that basically translates into is: Stella has been trying to eat dirt and grass and has been getting grass-stained and dirty.

But this week - everything changed. I bought Scuppy a new outside water bowl b/c his plastic one finally cracked and broke (probably from the past two summers of sun). Let's just say that this video below was not the first time that day she enjoyed the water...

Stella's new smile

So somehow Stella's lovely smile turned into this...

She's learned to squish her eyes all tight and thinks that a "cheesy" grin is the new best way to smile. Oh dear. But I have to say, it makes me giggle every time... and when you're having the week we're having, giggling is a welcomed respite.

I couldn't have written it better...

So those of us in the blogosphere will probably admit to not only writing up our humble blogs, but probably wasting time, I mean, decompressing, I mean, procrastinating, I mean, reaching out across the internets, to other mommy blogs. I never knew about this whole phenom until I also became a mommy (duh) and realized how many are out there - and how for so many of us, it's a connection to other moms - a veritable virtual band of brothers mothers who need to read about other people's children to remind us that maybe ours aren't so bad... or if ours are driving us crazy, that we're not alone. Especially for those of us that are at home most of the day with our wee ones and need the outlet to talk to others who are at home most of the day with the wee ones...

I read a blog by a woman in Orange County (suggested to me by a friend who also was reading the blog) because she had a daughter who is the same age as Stella. (She also has 3 other kids! Ah!) She's hilarious, truthful, and wonderful political in her posts, and usually cheers me up when I don't feel like I'm doing what I should as a mom. Because hell, if SHE can do with 4, I can do it with one and a dog, right?

Every once in awhile, she posts a post of links of other blogs she reads - and this one seemed to just hit home so unbelievely today:

so instead of me trying to rant about my own state right now - read THIS. I think that about sums it up. A year into this, I am loving every minute. and also wondering how and why we EVER decided to do it. But maybe that's just the dissertation stress talking. That certainly is a better thing to contemplate about WHY i decided to do it. Ugh.

Swinging is way too much fun

On the night you were born...

post dog park... pre Stella... 

 burrito baby (um, hello, we DO live in San Diego...)

not an advertisement for Fisher Price

and one year later, in anticipation of a vanilla cupcake with blueberry filling and cream cheese frosting

two halves of a cupcake never tasted so good