We arrived home last night after bedtime. We were pretty much on the road the entire day, leaving the Philly suburbs at 10 in the morning, driving straight to visit my grandmother at the nursing home 90-minutes away, and then spending the rest of the day and into the night staring at break lights on the . . . → Read More: Oh, the Humanity
We’re getting ready to travel for Thanksgiving. Last year, my big concerns involved making it through our road trip without my baby crying too much–he’s never liked car travel. Thankfully, that part has gotten better. My new dread is the disrupted sleep that comes with any sort of routine change for my kids.
It . . . → Read More: On the Road Again
My family just took a trip to Arizona to celebrate my sister’s 40th birthday. We decided not to purchase a ticket for my 18-month old and I had him on my lap for the flight. Safety considerations aside, I see now why people purchase seats for their toddlers. What a mess!
A terrible . . . → Read More: Flying with a Toddler On My Lap
I traveled to Belize for a wedding last week. My husband and I left our older son with his grandparents, but took our baby along because he’s nursing. It seemed so obvious to us that he had to accompany us–how would he eat otherwise?? Plus he’s a really easygoing little dude, so we knew . . . → Read More: Nursing Abroad
My family is headed to Belize for a wedding this spring. I say my family, because as much as I’d love a tropical island vacation with my husband, I can’t leave my nursling for 5 days! He’s coming, too.
The last time I went someplace tropical was my honeymoon to St. Lucia in . . . → Read More: International Travel with Nursling
Whenever I fly in January, I am reminded of the Blizzard of 2010, when I flew home from California to discover the East Coast was buried under many feet of snow and my 6-month-old and I got stuck in Ohio.
Actually, I learned about the mess when we landed in Chicago, where I was . . . → Read More: Nursing Through A Flight Debacle
Neither of my babies tolerated the car while they were little. I felt truly cheated out of a sure-fire way to soothe fussy babies, since both of mine worked themselves into a proper lather the moment I turned on the engine. Since my husband and I are both transplants to Pittsburgh, we take a . . . → Read More: Breastfeeding Blog Hop: Roadtrips and Breastfeeding