Have any of you had any experience traveling with little ones on a plane? Any suggestions for fun activities to bring along? I’ve never done this before, so I’d love some creative ideas if you have any to share.
My mom sent me a check in the mail, saying she wanted to give me a little something to spend on clothes and anything else I needed for the trip. She knew, in that magic way a mom does, that I could probably use some new clothes. She was right about that. I wear my clothes until they have holes in them (some of my favorite t-shirts are starting to look like rags, so I can no longer wear them out of the house.) I only had two pairs of pants that I deemed acceptable to be worn in public. When I was behind on laundry, it was a challenge to find something to wear if we needed to go to town. So, she knew I could use some new clothes and she also knew I probably wouldn’t go out and buy any. I did buy myself a few summer t-shirts from the thrift store, but that was the extent of it. On Saturday Jeff watched our market booth while I drove with Bracken over to a secondhand store to get some much needed clothes. I forgot to bring the Ergo that day. Going shopping for clothes with a toddler was challenging. He was on my hip for a short period of time, but then he wanted to run like a wild thing around the store. And he wanted to giggle and he wanted me to chase him. And when I finally managed to find a few items and bring them to the dressing room, he kept opening the door while I was changing and then making such a ruckus I was afraid to question what other people were thinking of me. But I did find a pair of pants and a few shirts that I liked and that were really comfortable (to add to my collection deemed appropriate for use in public.) Shopping for clothes would have been so much more fun if my mom and sister were there. That would have been great. But our visit there made for some good laughs later (because really, what can you do other than just laugh?) Yesterday we went to another thrift store and I found a few more shirts I liked. Every now and then we trade with friends for handmade clothing for our family, which feels like a special luxury, but most of the clothes we have come from the thrift store. I’ve really come to love treasure hunting at thrift stores.
My mom sent Bracken his very own suitcase. Not just any suitcase, but a monkey suitcase. He already filled it up with all the socks he owns. So I won’t have to worry about packing those.