The Bean was a few days shy of three months when I first hauled him onto a plane. I’ll never forget it. Just the two of us, on an evening flight between Milan and Brussels: business suits and briefcases galore. Then there was me, right at the back of the plane, with a tiny baby attached to my boob. The glamour.
Since then the Bean has become a seasoned traveller, and Mr P&P and I are now experienced parents-with-small-child-in-tow. We’ve been to see the respective grandparents several times, attended a wedding in the US, gone to see the extended family in Brazil, spent three weeks in France. In just over a week we will go to the UK, and then it’s off to Brazil again.
So, if there’s one thing we know, it’s airports. And the Bean is getting to know them too. We noticed it already at Easter, but last week, on another trip to see my folks, it was clear beyond doubt: an airport has AAPLAAAA (airplanes)!!!
Since then the Bean has become a seasoned traveller, and Mr P&P and I are now experienced parents-with-small-child-in-tow. We’ve been to see the respective grandparents several times, attended a wedding in the US, gone to see the extended family in Brazil, spent three weeks in France. In just over a week we will go to the UK, and then it’s off to Brazil again.
So, if there’s one thing we know, it’s airports. And the Bean is getting to know them too. We noticed it already at Easter, but last week, on another trip to see my folks, it was clear beyond doubt: an airport has AAPLAAAA (airplanes)!!!
APLAA-spotting
And it has tons of shiny shops and weird decorative features, and runways and buses and baggage carousels and and AND!
No idea what this is, but it's fun to play with!
Doing airports with a toddler is intense, but it’s kind of fun too. We arrive ridiculously early, in case of lost lovies or meltdowns or emergency snack-stops. We let him press buttons on lifts and help (hinder) us roll the suitcases along. We arm ourselves with sticker books and a smartphone full of videos.
We also indulge a little: a new toddler rucksack here, a fancy meal there. We spread out and make ourselves at home, as though it’s just another ordinary place. Which, for us expats, it kind of is.
We also indulge a little: a new toddler rucksack here, a fancy meal there. We spread out and make ourselves at home, as though it’s just another ordinary place. Which, for us expats, it kind of is.
Daddy. Share your fresh OJ.
One thing is for sure though. When I next get to do a long-haul flight by myself, I’ll be thankful for the most restful, relaxing experience ever.
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