We just got back from a week in California showing our landlocked baby the Pacific Ocean. This marked the second time we’ve flown across the country with a baby under a year old and my-oh-my isn’t it fun having a lap infant on a 4+ hour flight! The first time we flew west Nellie was 6 months old and although the experience wasn’t relaxing even in the slightest, it was pretty uneventful. Nellie could sit up on her own, but wasn’t yet crawling. We entertained her by having her jump in our laps and breaking out various toys. This trip though Nellie now is a crawling, pulling up on everything machine. Jumping in our laps wasn’t even mildly interesting to her, and the only toys she wanted to play with were trash (my god this kid loves to play with trash). Holding Nellie in our laps for the flight was basically like controlling a jumping bean. She recently learned how to arch her back and would kick, squak, arch her back and generally flail from one lap to the other. Smacking us, the seat in front of us, the plane window, and dropping everything we brought on the floor for us to pick up 600 times.
Overall we survived and without any real meltdowns or issues, it’s just getting really really hard to keep her entertained for these long flights. There’s nothing that makes me wish we lived closer to family than having to take a 4+ hour flight with an infant to see them. We have another weeklong trip planned for Christmas when we head to Nevada to visit Adam’s family where we will have to entertain a nearly 1 year old who will likely be walking, so please, pray for us. Next year? People can come to me. Flying with a lap infant blows.
Our trip was full of time spent in my hometown celebrating my mother’s 60th birthday, seeing family and long time friends, and the highlight was when my family headed North to Monterey, CA to spend a few days at the beach. After a blistering summer in Chicagoland it was so refreshing to enjoy humidity free days near the ocean in perfect mid 60’s. We walked the adorable town of Pacific Grove, strolled along the beachside bike path, took Nellie to her first aquarium (OMG how she loved it!), and generally enjoyed time together in this quiet beach town. It was a great little trip and I loved introducing our little IL baby to the Pacific Ocean – something that was a very big part of my childhood and life growing up in Southern California.
Now we’re back home and getting back into the normal routine until our final trip of the year when we join the Jones clan in Nevada for Nellie’s first Christmas.
I’m so excited that fall is almost here and soon we’ll be picking apples, carving pumpkins, dressing Nellie up in all her cute 1st Halloween gear, then her first Thanksgiving will be here as we watch her cover herself in stuffing and pumpkin pie, and before I know it we’ll be picking out her first Christmas tree and decorating for the first time as a family of three.