She’ll Be Coming ‘Round the Mountain
This post is brought to you by RR’s favorite pajamas, and, apparently, the Mardi Gras appearance of the background of this picture, which just so happens to be our dining room. Cue the Zydeco!
Why yes, she is in the Bumbo ON the dining room table as specifically stated as a DEATH HAZARD on the side of the thing which I read every time we sit down to have a meal. She is often the centerpiece of the table when we’re eating, which makes me wonder who will win on Thursday – her or the turkey? Can they cohabitate? Will someone mistakenly ask for the baby when they really want the stuffing? Would you be disappointed? Those cheeks are delicious.
My wife has inquired about flying tips (thanks, wife!), and wheres I’m less worried about them arresting us for transporting a powdery substance, I’m perplexed as to how to feed Little Miss Traveling Meltdown a pleasantly warm bottle or changing her rear-end explosions after we’ve reached our cruising altitude. We’re talking eight hours total plane-time, involving three planes, four airports, and then a car and two hour ride over the ice-covered roads of the Continental Divide when we reach our destination. This is the child who can meltdown between the ten minute ride home from school. I’m not sure why traveling by wagon wasn’t reconsidered more before we bought tickets. I LOVE my in-laws, but they could have moved to a more convenient location. Like Antarctica. Or Mars.
Any ideas as to how warm bottles on the go? I’ve heard suggestions from bring hot water in a thermos to buy pre-mixed ready to eat room temperature formula. Any idea how to change a baby in an airplane bathroom? This is all on top of the anxiety of how many diapers to pack and what kind of clothes to bring for our baby who is lucky if she gets a hat on her bald head in these cold Virginia mornings. She does have a pink snow suit that she might live in the whole time.
Of course, then we have a whole slew of obstacles once we actually GET there, but… first things first.