Today we boarded two planes and headed home, flying from Oakland to Seattle and then, after a brief layover there, headed on home to Washington, D.C.
Given the crazy nature of this trip, in particular the disjointed departure from various locations and my solo journey westward with the girls while Josh gallavanted around Las Vegas during a hellacious 1:00-7:00 am layover, I organized myself. I joked that my lists had lists and I had timelines for all aspects of planning, errand running, and traveling. I made sure both kids had adequate activities and snacks.
You might wonder how all that planning worked. For the most part, as well as could be expected. Michal mostly entertained herself, although she didn't stick with any one given activity for more than 15 minutes. And then there was Sivan. Dear, sweet, cherubic Sivan.
Here is how traveling went - both going out to California as well as on the way back home - with a nearly 14 month old.
Getting situated. Not that she had her own seat. In order to save a few shekels, and since she is allowed to do this up to the age of two, Sivan was a lap infant. Which means that while she is roughly the size of a three year old, she can sit on my lap and we won't be charged another seat. It sounded better in April than it was in practice.
Another new favorite pastime - standing. This includes standing so she could wave to everyone, standing to check out the happenings in the rows behind or in front of us and, my favorite, standing so she can dance and jump on me.
Oh boy. Seat back literature is HUGE with the under 18 month old set. Child could NOT put it down. Riveting.
It might look like she is gazing serenely at the earth below. She might be, but I can't tell with all the face smooshage against the window.
Getting cheeky and sticking her tongue out at herself.
And the inevitable "but I don't WANT to nap ever" face. She did sleep for about half an hour on each trip but I didn't take a picture. Too busy thanking all that is good in the world for smiling upon me.