The Nelson Call gang will be taking to the skies here soon to enjoy a family vacation. We’re going to be spending time with both my family and Anson’s family, and seeing if we can achieve maximus cuteness when photographing Sheppard and Smith with their cousins Ella (who is one month older than them) and Booker (who is a few days younger than them). You see, the more babies in a photograph, the more cuteness it has. Unless there are ugly babies in the mix but my family refuses to make ugly babies. We are principled and disciplined that way.
I fully expect the vacationing part to be fun and relaxing. However, in order to get to that part I have to do the thing called flying. Flying with twins. Flying with infant twins. This makes me shudder in my spine a little bit for a few reasons.
First, the airlines won’t let Anson, Roan, Shep, Smitty and me all sit in the same row. One parent has to go to a different row with one of the babies because there aren’t enough oxygen masks in a row to accommodate two babies. Lame. So basically there are going to be some people who likely will be rolling their eyes because Anson and I will be passing babies back and forth over seats to each other. Roan is a pro at flying so I’m not worried about him. We purposely chose an aircraft that has a TV available to every seat and for once my kid will have a no-holds-barred-gluttoney-fueled binge on TV shows. He enjoys that. How much Disney TV can a child take in at once? I’ll let you know.
And what of the babies? I don’t know – I’m coming to you for that. What do you do with an 8 1/2 month old wee-one? What do you do with two of them? Certainly I’ll be nursing them and hoping they can sleep, but otherwise…what? They now both crawl and love to move their bodies. How apologetic do I need to be if they’re jumping up and down in my lap and bugging my seat-neighbor? I’ve already given up on any type of modesty and will happily breast feed anywhere (I’ve knocked that out of the park on every subway ride, most parks I’ve visited and of course Coney Island. Yup. I’m that lady. What can I say? I’m sorry to planet Earth if you’ve seen my boobs and didn’t want to. And you’re welcome if you’ve seen my boobs and did want to.)
I welcome and ask in my nicest voice for advice. What are tricks you’ve used to fly with a baby? What hasn’t worked? What are things I should not forget to bring on the airplane? I feel like if we work together, we can make this a trip where I don’t have to take Xanax. Although….that may be one answer to having the babies behave.