Confessions of a Jet Settin’ Mama

We just returned from a long, lovely, relaxing trip to Kauai. 
As usual, I have some thoughts.
 
From now on, I will have to travel with an entourage. End of story. We had seven adults and two kids on our trip. Anything less would have been crazy! If we weren’t in a group, who would have held the baby while I worked on my tan?
 
I brought along So. Many. Toys. I wanted to ensure that my kid would be properly occupied on the plane. Could have saved myself the trouble. All he wanted was the plastic cup from the flight attendant. 
 
Don’t want to change a baby on a plane? No problem. Double stuff that diap.
 
Want to know how much I love Harry Potter? I set up the pack-n-play in a closet. That’s how much.
Ok, it was a really big closet. And it had windows, relax! 
 
Traveling with a baby is really different than with just a husband. We went to London in 2009, and one of our best memories of that trip was walking around Regents Park in the pouring rain. No one else was crazy there, which made the experience unforgettable. Well, it rained plenty in Kauai, but you just can’t take a baby out in a monsoon. 
 
If you must travel with a baby, make sure he’s a really cute one. Cruz literally stopped traffic wherever we went. See, fellow airplane passengers? Babies in flight aren’t so bad!
 
Have you been to Kauai? No? Then you might not know about the Kauai chickens. These chickens seem to run the island. They are EVERYWHERE. One day, we picked up lunch at a tiny snack shop and took it across the street to a park. I had my plate next to me, when a rooster boldly walked up and ate something straight off of it! 
I may or may not have kept eating.
Hawaiians know a thing or two about cooking ribs. 
Just sayin’.
Also, these chickens are crazy. My father-in-law was describing (in great detail, natch) how he used to kill chickens as a young boy in Brazil. Even that didn’t scare them away. 
 
Cruz was teething on the way to Kauai, and it showed. Omg, Fussy McFussersen. I was dreading the plane ride home, but he was a De.Light. He napped. He ate. He flirted with other passengers. He had a ball trying to grap everyone’s ipod cords. I love God’s Creation, and even more, I love God’s People. I loved sharing one small bit of that with my son this week.
 
Don’t tell my husband, but he was right. The minivan made getting the baby in and out so easy. 
 
Well, with that embarrassing confession, I think our time is up!
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