Flying Solo…with Babies
June 9th, 2011
Today, I undertook the most Herculean task that I can think of: I flew from Pittsburgh to Chicago with my children. Without my husband. Miss Mouse, Buggie, and I are visiting my parents for the weekend and so the three of us bravely navigated security lines, baggage claims, and public restrooms together for the better part of the day.
We laughed. We cried. We spilled apple juice in our laps.
I planned a lot for this adventure. It was Buggie’s first flight and my first time trying to do any sort of major outing by myself with the kiddos. I had many lists and did several packing dry runs, trying to streamline my carry-on baggage as much as humanly possible.
And I must say, I think I did a pretty good job. I checked one large suitcase. I carried Buggie in my awesome new kokopax carrier. Miss Mouse rode in a small travel stroller, from which I hung a medium-sized, backpack-style diaper bag. I partitioned the inside of the diaper bag by packing multiple sub-bags: one with back-up clothing, one with diapering paraphernalia, one with bottles and formula, etc. It made it easy to reach in and grab what I needed without rifling through the whole bag.
The kids were perfect. Flawless. Except for the part where Miss Mouse poured a bottle of water down her front thirty seconds after we arrived at the airport. But that’s why we bring backup clothes. She behaved herself, made friends with the flight attendants, and had a great time. Buggie spent the entire flight methodically shredding the AirMall magazine. It seemed a small sacrifice for his happiness.
And so here we are in the cornfields of Illinois, ready for a weekend spent eating good food and catching up with good friends. Onward!