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Traveling with a toddler isn’t always easy, but it is never dull. Here are some glimpses of how the day went with Little C and myself traveling to the beach to visit family. Should give fellow parents some good laughs and/or some good “warnings” for how things might turn out on your next adventure. 😉
1. Woke my toddler up at 4:30AM for the first time ever. Normally the other way around.
2. My two-year-old and I were brought to a private TSA screening room with three TSA agents both myself and our stuff was searched, swabbed, and prodded. Apparently something on me was setting off the explosive warnings. Shockingly, we didn’t explode. Though C almost did when they wouldn’t let her hold her beloved blanket.
3. The distance from IAH to RDU is exactly five episodes of My Little Ponies from 10,000 feet to 10,000 feet. Not one second more or less. Just take my word for it and don’t subject yourself to the torture of testing that scientific fact.
4. The hands-down absolute hardest part of traveling alone with a young child is the process of getting your stuff and child from the airport, on the rental car bus, off the rental car bus, to the rental car, and finally installing the evil car seat. It truly is consistently horrible.
5. As a result of #4, my child fell face first off a luggage cart and onto the pavement in the car rental parking lot as she quickly stood up when I turned around to open the trunk of the rental car.
6. She was in the luggage cart since she had already darted away from me without warning in the parking lot. I needed containment.
7. Tired kids do strange things and don’t listen very well. See numbers 1, 3, and 6.
8. There aren’t regular gas stations on Highway 64 in North Carolina. Toddlers have to pee quickly and urgently regardless of the presence or absence of gas stations. I pulled off the road. You can figure out the rest. It had something to do with squatting and pretending you were on a potty. That’s one for the baby book.
9. My kiddo, who had been up since 4:30AM, refused to go sleep in her bed at the beach house (see #7). After I finally got her down (I thought), I heard a noise and went back downstairs to check on her. She was not in the bedroom, the bathroom, the hallway, and wasn’t responding to her name. It took six adults to find her. She decided to hide behind the shower curtain in another bedroom. While I remained calm, I’ll call that one three minutes of terror.
10. Toddlers love their family and the beach. Numbers 1 – 9 are all worth it.