Traveling

I must admit, I have the best traveling toddler ever. He is so well behaved on a plane and I am so proud of him. I am not just saying that because I am his mom, it's true and we did get compliments from other travelers on the plane at how good he is. This is one proud mamma to know that I can travel with my son and not worry about his behavior is so nice.

Max had been asking for a few weeks to go on a plane ride and we had to keep telling him that we were not going anywhere. Then, unfortunate circumstances came and we told him about going on a plane ride to WI and he was so excited. He woke up Wednesday morning talking about his plane ride. He couldn't wait for us to pick him up at the sitter's so he could go on a plane. His excitement was way too cute!

On the flight to WI our plane was half empty so that was really nice. I mean, who really wants to go to WI in February? We had nobody around us so if Max did get crazy it was ok because nobody was near us. However, he did not get crazy. He was awake for one hour and then fell asleep the rest of the flight. Well, we did book the flight for bedtime, so as excited as the little guy was to go on a plane ride he was also really tired too. He hung in there to watch during take off, look out the window after take off, and then play with his magnets, but then he just fell asleep.

We landed in Milwaukee and it was 6 degrees outside, that is an 80 degree difference. Poor Max had no idea what he was getting himself into. I took this picture at midnight as we waited for daddy to get our rental car. He told me that it was cold outside.

The flight to WI was very smooth, but the return flight was another story. Unfortunately Max was sick. He got sick on Saturday morning and we were scheduled to fly out at 6:30am out of Milwaukee on Sunday. That made me nervous to fly with him being sick. I was pretty positive he had the flu because he threw up on Saturday and had a fever. On top of that we woke him at 3am on Sunday to catch the flight. We did that in the past and Max was fine, so we decided to do it again, but this time he was sick.

We get to Milwaukee and boarded the plane just to sit there for 1.5 hours waiting to take off. The whole time Max was just excited to be on a plane that he didn't care we were still sitting there. The flight attendant was even impressed by his behavior (I promise I am not bragging). We then got the dreaded news that our flight was cancelled due to mechanical issues and we needed to de-board the plane and re-book a flight. Ugh! We ended up getting re-booked on a flight from Milwaukee to Chicago and then to Phoenix. We got on the second plane to head to Chicago only to sit there for an hour before take off. Shockingly my sick son was just enjoying himself on the plane. During that hour wait the flight attendant says they are having weight issues and will be removing people from the plane and escorting them to Chicago via a car service. What do you know, my name was called. Thankfully we were saved by a toddler. I proceeded to tell the flight attendant that my son is two years old and she needs to have a car seat for him. (I was a little snotty about this, but I was exhausted and over this day.) Seriously though, how much weight can removing a two year old really do? She did not like that and huffed off the plane and came back to announce another name. Phew...saved by a toddler. Besides this, I also had to deal with seat assignment issues. When we were re-booked they put all three of us all over the plane, for both flights! No bueno! Max is two and cannot fly by himself. Idiots! Nobody was really interested in helping me with this, but I eventually got it situated by asking people on the plane to move.

We headed to Chicago to find out our flight was delayed an hour. Ok, fine, but then we get on the plane only to sit there for another hour before take off. At this point, I am completely over the day and getting irritable, all while my son is just chill. After take off from Chicago, Max goes down hill fast. He did not look very good and he got worse. I felt so bad for him, but he hung in there. He spent the whole 3.5 hour flight napping.

We landed in Phoenix at 5:30pm which was way later than our initial 9:30am arrival time. This made for a very long day and with a sick child. Even though Max was sick all day he was such a trooper. We received compliments from other passengers and from the flight attendants. I couldn't have been more proud of my little traveler.

We took Max to Urgent Care that night and found out he tested positive for the flu and he had an ear infection. The doctor said he probably got the ear infection on the flight home due to the pressure. That makes sense because it was after the second take off that Max went down hill drastically.

It's so good to be home and back to the nice AZ weather. Now, Andy and I are both sick from Max coughing and breathing on us. Here's to recovery and everybody getting healthy!