Traveling with 3 month olds
Flying with a 3 month old is nothing! It's easy! At 3 months, Caleb had flown to Illinois, California and Florida.
Driving with a 3 month old is a whole other ball of wax. You can't take the baby out of the car seat when you're driving (as opposed to at the airport or on the plane). Plus, the same trip takes only a few hours instead of 3 days. (Yes, 3 days of driving from Wichita to Cleveland.) Have I mentioned that Reva only likes the car 50% of the time? The rest of the time is spent screaming, even if we're moving! (If you don't have kids, you haven't yet learned that stoplights are evil. It's one of the great discoveries of parenting.)
I would much rather be flying, but we couldn't afford 4 tickets this year. Josh'll be done with his dissertation next year, though, and working, so hopefully we won't have the same problem.
We're sorry we won't get to meet Julia just yet. But we're looking forward to seeing her in May.
(This is in reference to Doug's comment below about New Years. Apparently, the new version of Blogger is not good enough to recognize an account that has been converted as a team member of this blog, so no comments from Jill until Doug has a bit of time to switch the blog over. Hopefully that won't be too long since I think it's out of beta now. Sadly for you, I can still create new posts.)
1 comment:
Jill is way more techie than I remember her.
Nonetheless, her post reminds me of flying from NC to SF with Aidan in March of '04 (his second post-natal transcontinental trip). He woke up at about midnight EST somewhere over Nevada, screaming uncontrollably. I carried him to an intermediate place between the second and third class cabins so as to minimize the number of people who had to listen to him. A stewardess had the nerve to tell me I needed to sit down b/c the captain had said there might be turbulanece. I gently kicked her in the head.
Ah, good times.
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