This was my view from my desk yesterday morning.
And this morning.
Anyway, I post this because to me, this illustrates how fast things change with a baby. Just a few weeks ago, only a couple of those crazy play stations were in rotation; yesterday morning, we cycled through every single one within about forty-five minutes. A week ago, I couldn’t get my son to eat much solid food before lunchtime; now he happily takes down an enormous breakfast right after his morning nap.
All these changes make establishing a solid routine challenging, but we’ve managed to get a sort-of schedule going that involves waking up at 6:30, napping at 8, and 2-3 varying-length naps over the course of the rest of the day. It’s not an exact science, but it gives some shape to the day, and I’ve come to rely on it enormously; I know when I can get some good work done, when I might be able to grab something to eat for myself, and when I need to go to bed by if I want to be a functional human being the next day.
This weekend, I’m taking Indy on a plane for the very first time (my mom and I are headed to Canada to visit my relatives).
It’s a tiny little plane (yeek) and a short flight – but we almost always end up sitting on the runway for awhile before takeoff (that photo above is of the last time we took this flight, when I was ten million months pregnant and had to sit on the runway for two hours in an airplane with no air conditioning before taking off in the middle of an electrical storm).
So that tentative little schedule we’ve worked out? Not happening so much – not when we start traveling at his bedtime and arrive at our destination somewhere around 1AM Friday morning.
I am in need of travel-with-a-baby tips to ease my nervous mind.