We love visiting Smugafornia. So much to do, so many things to see, and plenty of people to shock with our non-vegan, non-crunchy, parenting style-less, GMO-loving, epidural-having, fast-food-eating, non-hybrid-driving, back country lifestyle.
See you in two weeks!
He doesn’t like having things on his hand, like hair, tiny specs of dirt, and other miscellaneous elements of unknown origins.
I don’t want those things on my hands, either.
I forgot about this one.
My new nightshift schedule is kicking my ass but I’m slowly adjusting and trying to keep up with a few personal projects as well.
They may or may not bleed over into this blog in the future.
The kid is keeping me busy. :)
The one comic I drew about Texas.
Who eats leftovers on vacation?!
Needless to say, the lint found its way into the trash.
Also, looking back at all my notes, I realized they aren’t nearly as funny as they would be if you were actually present.
Stylus. For writing on your tablet.
iPad. Loaded with movies, games, and, of course, Paper. Ju’s into Monster’s Inc. and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends right now. We pre-load because we fly on the cheap and rarely have Wi-Fi inflight.
Crayons & notebook. Mid-flight color session. Preferably triangle crayons, so they don’t roll around everywhere.
Pen. For the serious toddler’s permanent artwork or diary notes.
Cares. Kids in-flight safety harness. The best new addition to our carry-on. Straps onto the seat to make a four-point harness.
Snacks. Make it healthy if you’re all about that #organiclife. (We ain’t.)
Water. Stay hydrated and wash down those snacks. You can get water free in-flight but you can’t comfortably man-handle a toddler and hold a cup of water at the same time. Get a bottle!
When Ju was little, I also took toys, but I don’t have the patience for that now. Also, consider bringing books, and having a diaper and small wipey case within reach. I keep Ju in stretchy/sweat pants for ease of diaper changes and before taking him to the bathroom, I take off his shoes and sweats because ain’t nobody got time for that in a single square foot toilet facility.
You don’t know diapering until you’ve changed a post-viral diaper in an airplane bathroom.
Other than that, you live and learn. I personally have a fear of flying but I do it because I want Ju to enjoy traveling and see more than what “driving distance” has to offer us. I still get a little too paranoid before take-off, but I’m not clawing on the door for escape anymore, so that’s an improvement.
Keeping him happy on a plane is a great distraction for me. We’ll see how long it lasts.