As I am currently procrastinating studying for a final, and I leave for a trip almost immediately afterwards, I have decided to take the plunge on blogging about travelling with a toddler. I’ve flown to see my father every year since my son was born, and I picked up some lessons along the way. Many of them were definitely learned the hard way. Here are my top 10 learned lessons, so hopefully you can avoid the same mistakes I did.
1.) Take the earliest flight, it will be hell, but worth it. Kind of like jogging. You hate it during the moment but afterwards feel like a bad ass for taking the plunge. The earliest flight does mean your kid is simultaneously groggy, bouncing everywhere, and clingy. Buuuut the security and check in lines will be shorter. Security will also want nothing to do with you or your emotionally unstable little one, so the process will be even quicker.
2.) Pack a stroller. I repeat, make sure you have that freaking stroller. It means your kid can’t escape (without having to use one of those bizarre kid leashes parents insist on buying). Plus if the little one gets tired it’ll save you from weight lifting across the airport. Additionally if you’re worried about overhead storage Amazon sells quite a few strollers that break down into a size small enough for an overhead compartment. My kid is 4, but the size of a 6 year old, and I fully intend on strapping him in.
3.) Early board. I have heard differing parenting advice about this, but it allows you the time to get situated and comfortable. Plus with it being that 6 a.m. flight it means your kid is more likely to partake in a catnap before the flight.