When Daniel was very little (Suzy could tell you the exact age by month, but I am not Suzy, so all you get is: 'very little') the three of us took a trip to the East Coast to participate in a wedding and see family. While it was a wonderful chance to introduce Daniel to a lot of people and support Suzy's dear friend Jaya at her wedding, the trip was difficult. Partly our fault for bad planning, partly Daniel's fault for his severe need to attach himself to my wife every two to three hours, but mostly just difficult because travelling with little kids (I am now willing to say that he was less than one, since he was still enjoying the Suzy snacks) is hard. Needless to say that after that trip my interest in dragging my boys anywhere more than Costco was next to none. Various successful trips to Oregon and Los Angeles convinced me last year to take Daniel by myself to Virginia, and that worked pretty well. I was pooped afterwards, but we survived and even had a little fun. That all leads us to this summer. Suzy and I have scheduled an East Coast trip, a trip to Oregon (which I will not be going on) and a trip to Hawaii. This does not include various weekend jaunts (Suzy backpacking, an upcoming church retreat, etc.). The East Coast trip was a chance for Suzy to meet Hannah, our niece, as well as to see all of the assorted family members out there. Thankfully we recruited Nana to join us on the trip, which was one of our better ideas.
I, by nature, try to think things out. I plan, I scheme, sometimes I dream. My dream was that Nana would sit with the boys on the plane and Suzy and I would magically be escorted up to first class to travel as we should, in style. My dream was not completely in synch with reality, but it was close. Nana did a wonderful job sitting with the boys on the flight out. There were almost no incidents where I had to pretend that I didn't know them. The only really touch-and-go moments (pun intended) were when Sammy had to pee and the fasten seat belt sign was on. Suzy took him back and the flight attendant got a little snippy with her. Uh, what is our other option? What would you like us to tell our three year old about 'holding it'? Actually now that I think about it, it wasn't pee that he had to do, so that just makes it worse. Well, like the excellently potty trained boy that he is, he did manage to 'hold it'. He was able to overcome obstacles placed in his path by short sighted flight attendants. Way to go Sammy.
So, other than that one incident the trip out was quite smooth. A lot of that was due to the way things can be taken care of now. I checked us all in the night before, we curb checked our bags, security didn't have any long lines, and before we knew it we were walking through Dulles International Airport looking for Uncle Jeff. All and all a good start to the trip.
Next up... accommodations!
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