The car ride wasn't necessarily better than the plane ride, but it wasn't necessarily worse. Just a different monster. On the plane, we were cooped up for 2 hours straight with not even the option to stand up to bounce the happiness into Baby Girl. In the car when Lila wasn't sleeping, we stopped every 45 minutes or so to give LJ (and Mama) a break which turned the 3 hour trip into a 5 hour trip. Every time Lila woke up from a "nap" (if you can call 20 minutes a nap) she would immediately begin the "Squawk of Protest" routine. The high-pitched squealing that seemed to say, "What?! I'm still in this carseat? What's the DEAL?!" After our breaks, when I would try to buckle her in, she would arch her back or lean forward to avoid being strapped into the carseat again. On the way home as a distraction from shrieks of distress coming from the backseat, I began my mental pros and cons list in preparation for our trip to Minneapolis this fall.
- quicker trip=less torture
- forced moderation for my over-packing tendencies
- the airlines (which are notorious for not being customer-friendly) are surprisingly kid-friendly and give families flying with kids preferred boarding and check-in options
- although less torture for us, more torture for the poor suckers who get stuck on our flight
- forced moderation for my over-packing tendencies (what if I forget something!?)
- we're on their schedule
- we're on our (or rather, Lila's) schedule
- we can bring whatever the heck I want as long as I can shove it in the car
- we don't threaten the birth rate by convincing innocent fellow passengers that they do not, in fact want to have babies of their own
- 8 hours - no, wait probably more like 11 hours = more torture
- we can't find the baby in the midst of all the junk I have shoved in the car
- maybe it will be more like 12-13 hours...
Ahhh, we'll see.