Up in the Air
We're off to Salt Lake! Wombat and I are flying alone tonight and Simon will be joining us later and it will be warm and sunny and there will be water parks and manmade beaches and picnicking with family and sleeping in and temporary tattoos and long gazes over the valley basin and lots of other wonderful and worthwhile things but, first, my god, Wombat and I must fly ALONE--alone together--through the skies and across the desert and mountains and, you guys, I don't know if there are enough brand! new! books! in the world to make this idiot-proof. We've had great luck flying with him in the past, but it's never been just me before. It been me and the team--Simon and my boobs--and although the boobs will indeed be accompanying us on this voyage as per usual, they're not exactly useful these days. Not unless a quick flash at a hard-up flight attendant can score me a babysitter and/or a complimentary cocktail.
Good luck! I'm flying solo with Rowan on Wednesday, too. I did it in March, and it wasn't so bad. I just timed the flights with his typical nap times, and I got lucky. Going there. Going home? Not so much.
Never underestimate the power of boobs.
Have a great time! I know you'll do a wonderful job on the plane (and so will Wombat).
I hate to burst your bubble--but it's been a bit cool here the last couple of days and downright chilly at night. Not your typical 100+ degree August temperatures. So, as you pack your boobs and Wombat, also toss in a jacket. ;o)
xox
Safe travels!
I love the catchlights in that second photo. :)
Will be DYING to know how things went, for my own selfish will-fly-with-Kyle-solo-soon purposes.
Eek! Good luck!
Godspeed! Also dying for the details. Have never flown with the baby before, but a trip next summer awaits us, when she will be TWO. Gulp.