I rather expected that this post about our first vacation with a six-month-old would be a tale of parental woe, filled with humorous yet exasperated anecdotes. But – and I hesitate to say this for fear of jinxing the return journey – things have gone surprisingly well.
Sure, a drive that took 6 hours in pre-baby days took 8 hours this time. We were expecting that, and to be honest, half of the extra time was due to the truly ridiculous levels of traffic and was thus completely unrelated to having a baby as a passenger. And yes, Little Boy did struggle to fall asleep for his final nap, but that was understandable: he was getting a bit overtired in a strange environment, and that nap is always the hardest for him anyway.
For most of the drive, he was practically a model citizen. He fell asleep for his second nap at the exact minute of naptime. He entertained himself with car seat toys for much longer than his usual attention span. He slept all night in an unfamiliar room with barely a peep. And he has handled the introductions to various relatives with remarkable calm.
Knock on wood.
I did learn a few things that need to be filed away for future reference, namely:
- One spare outfit in the diaper bag is NOT enough. We went through four. Fortunately, his suitcase was easily accessible in the trunk.
- Baby nails should be trimmed prior to departure. Little Boy must have somehow known that his destination would involve a lot of picture-taking with cousins and grandparents, because he managed to majorly scratch up his face along the way.
What has your traveling-with-a-baby experience been like? Any stories filled with fun and/or despair to share?