Traveling with Toddlers

The Slapdashery used to be a traveling society.  Yes, the Pransome Hince used to have a more student-like schedule, forcing us to find something to do for long periods of time 4 times a year.  Since there's nothing more luxuriant or time-consuming as travel (especially when living apart from the near and dear), that's what we did.  Every.  Single.  Time.

This may seem somewhat crazy to most anyone who has had three children in 4 years, and it really was, but God gives grace, and we muddled through.

As I prepare to travel again (this time with 2 connections) I reflect on my traveling-with-toddler strategy:

• Pack as concisely as possible.  More stuff=more balls to juggle.  Strap everything down: roller suitcases, booster seats, and children.  Nothing should move unless you push it, kick it, pull it, lift it.
• Request a car seat bag when checking the car seat, or it comes back covered in all sorts of mysterious substances.
• Never go through security alone with the under-4 set.  I did this once and almost cried but for the kind assistance from a man named Muhammad (there's irony for you).
• Never allow your toddler to leave your side while near security.  The TSA starts yelling when small people wander into certain areas.
• Bring empty sippy cups. Have flight attendants fill with juice/water combo when they come around.
• Dress everyone in slouch wear. Your days of wearing high heels and makeup to fly are temporarily over.  Everyone wears elastic waists (so much easier using the restroom after changing a diaper if you only have to pull down) and slip on shoes.  Kids should wear Crocs because they are so easy to put on, a two year old can do it.
• Arrange to nurse on take off and landing, or have a passy in hand to help pop little baby/toddler ears. Happy ears=less screaming=happier cabin mates.
• DON'T forget a deflated balloon.  Blow it up when you reach your next connecting flight at the airport, or anytime you have to wait. AVOID AIRPORT "PLAY AREAS".  Oh the germs! 
• Remember: when your kid melts down in the middle of Dulles and has a tantrum after you've gotten on the escalator, but before they do; I feel your pain.