For your consideration
Over Memorial Day weekend, my family traveled to the San Fernando Valley to visit my parents and celebrate my son's third birthday. Every time we go, we have the drive vs. fly debate, but for shorter trips, we usually end up flying. Keeping the kids still for an hour plane ride seemed easier than six or seven hours in the car. In the past, the kids have flown well even on longer trips, though we've had our share of travel "adventures." But this was a quick trip, San Jose to Burbank, and I though it would be, if not enjoyable, at least manageable.
I was incorrect. My kids are one and three, and these ages do not lend themselves well to a) sitting still; b) being quiet; or c) anything else. I had my concerns when Moe, my three year old, threw a fit in the airport because the straw in his milk cup was too long and he couldn't push it further into the cup.
After a little creative cup swapping by one well prepared mom (yes, me), we boarded the plane largely without incident. Moe was strapped in by the window, I was in the middle holding the baby, and my husband was on the aisle. New fun books were placed in the seat pocket for easy access. Snacks were at the ready. Things were looking good. Then the screeching began. My son cannot talk yet, so he has fewer ways of expressing his emotions. He also has trouble with sensory regulation, so often goes a little, shall we say, haywire. My daughter Jelly, the one year old, bless her heart, worships her big brother and wants to do everything he does. So when Moe started his high pitched squealing, Jelly joined right in. It sounded like a symphony of screeching monkeys.Continued on the next page