Flying away
So, we’re off this morning to Washington DC. (Time to celebrate Passover with Pop Pop, Safta and the rest of the family.) This will be the first time Zoe has flown since Christmas-time, and I’m curious how she’ll handle the air travel. On the plus-side, her attention-span is longer than ever before (she’s now able to, for example, sit through a full-length movie) and you can usually talk reason to her. On the negative-side, she’s also more prone to throwing tantrums than she was just a few months ago – so there’s a chance our fellow travelers will hear a loud “No way!” at some point.
Traveling with Zoe was an absolute breeze for the first year-plus of her life, and my personal theory (based on observation and friends’ anecdotes) is that the toughest time to travel with kids is the 1.5-3-year stage. It may be wishful thinking, of course, but perhaps by the time Poppy hits her difficult-to-travel-with stage, Zoe will be a breeze to fly with once again. I’ll have to report back in a year or two…
-M