Watching the planes while we wait for our flight.
Eating a snack while watching Cars.
On the way home we had a layover in Charlotte, yes, I know that is going in the wrong direction but it was our best option for the return flight. We flew for a total of six hours on the way home. Max slept for two hours and we had to entertain him the rest of the time. We used the new toys and the iPad for a somewhat peaceful trip back.
On that flight home Max kept farting for a good three hours just stinking up the plane. At one point he announced "I pooped" (his new favorite phrase), but he confuses that sometimes with farting. He eventually let it all out and I had to take him to the super tiny bathroom to change him. If you know my kid at all, then you know he HATES his diaper changed. Changing his diaper is always an event with him kicking and screaming his face off while I perform crazy moves to change his diaper without getting poop on me. It's like wrestle mania. He's been this way since he was born. Once in the tiny bathroom I put him on the changing table where he started screaming bloody murder and kicking the wall. This was lovely. I could only imagine what the last row flyers were thinking. Once the new diaper was on Max was back to normal like nothing was wrong, like usual. Besides the poopy diaper issue Max was a really good traveler. We were expecting the worse case scenario since he is teething and he has the two year old attitude, but both flights went very well. I couldn't be more proud of my little traveler.
No comments:
Post a Comment