You see what I did there? "Traveling with the baby." Could I mean: Marlowe? Or do I mean myself? Heh.
No, but really, we were both awesome. Marlowe I and deserve virtual pats on the back. During the first take off I got a bit tense and held Marlowe while I looked out the window trying not to cry.... the rest of the time I was fine. And Marlowe? Zero tears, lots of playing, some napping, and in a great mood. My kid rules. She made it through the gate and the airport, went on a plane and then journeyed through the train and transfers without a single tear. Getting through the gate was a piece of cake thanks to Eric. Marlowe and I packed one small luggage, a backpack, and a diaper bag, while Eric had his one backpack. This is pretty impressive considering, I brought the breast pump, two frozen bottles of milk, and all her cloth diapers.
The adults stayed calm (one of us had a few day time cocktails to calm their nerves... I'll give you a hint: it wasn't the one nursing the baby). We kept the Marlowe entertained. We packed light. We kept a scarf and breasts at arms reach. And we kept an open &peaceful mind. We (I) thought maybe it was just a fluke and assumed the flight back might be more difficult.... but nope: it also went great. It was a completely packed flight at 9:30 at night. Marlowe was wide awake for 90% of the flight, the cabin was dark, and we had a frigid b*tch of a woman next to us.... but again, zero tears and lots of smiles from an entertained baby.
Yep. We did it.
Now,
don't forget our Bakesalery giveaway!
&think about giving my home a vote on Apartment Therapy.
&maybe a vote on topbabyblogs too (because I didn't cry on the plane! Yay!)
Voting is obviously like a virtual high-five or pat on the back :)
&multi Atlanta post is in the works :) soon soon soon.
No, but really, we were both awesome. Marlowe I and deserve virtual pats on the back. During the first take off I got a bit tense and held Marlowe while I looked out the window trying not to cry.... the rest of the time I was fine. And Marlowe? Zero tears, lots of playing, some napping, and in a great mood. My kid rules. She made it through the gate and the airport, went on a plane and then journeyed through the train and transfers without a single tear. Getting through the gate was a piece of cake thanks to Eric. Marlowe and I packed one small luggage, a backpack, and a diaper bag, while Eric had his one backpack. This is pretty impressive considering, I brought the breast pump, two frozen bottles of milk, and all her cloth diapers.
We packed smart. Aka. I am the most OCD packer ever. I brought a few sets of pjs. Easy on and off tees (of course with her garlic shirt from B&B) and pants that can easily be interchanged. I packed two vintage dresses (one from Mandy of Opal! this dress was a big hit... obviously). I wanted to bring more but I knew it would be more on the chilly side. &a few disposable diapers.. just incase. They were/are actually too small for Miss Marlowe's bum... but whatever.
We filled up on food before we left. A traveling mama that is hungry and grumpy is bad bad bad idea.
We packed her 3 favorite toys/teethers
We had a window seat for optimal viewing. (We were actually really lucky to have the whole row to ourselves on the first flight.... not so much on the second.)
I brought a scarf to hide a hungry little one.
(Marlowes shoes: vintage shoe love)
(Marlowes shoes: vintage shoe love)
We took turns passing around a baby. Sure, I could have traveled alone and been fine too, but it was so much better with Eric there (obviously). Bathroom trips would have been a lot more interesting without him.
Sleeping worn out baby and a somewhat relaxed mama.
Once we arrived, Sara and Cassie greeted us at the gate &helped us out. We packed up the stroller with bags to push while Marlowe was passed out in my arms.
We jumped on some trains &that was that: we made it to Atlanta with two very awful adult flyers and one baby first time flyer.
The adults stayed calm (one of us had a few day time cocktails to calm their nerves... I'll give you a hint: it wasn't the one nursing the baby). We kept the Marlowe entertained. We packed light. We kept a scarf and breasts at arms reach. And we kept an open &peaceful mind. We (I) thought maybe it was just a fluke and assumed the flight back might be more difficult.... but nope: it also went great. It was a completely packed flight at 9:30 at night. Marlowe was wide awake for 90% of the flight, the cabin was dark, and we had a frigid b*tch of a woman next to us.... but again, zero tears and lots of smiles from an entertained baby.
Yep. We did it.
Now,
don't forget our Bakesalery giveaway!
&think about giving my home a vote on Apartment Therapy.
&maybe a vote on topbabyblogs too (because I didn't cry on the plane! Yay!)
Voting is obviously like a virtual high-five or pat on the back :)
&multi Atlanta post is in the works :) soon soon soon.
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