Addendum to ‘Some thoughts on traveling with babies’

I can’t believe I forgot this one but if traveling with babies you must MUST wear tactical pants (or some other combat style pant). Pockets are key when you don’t have easy access to your bag. Alex swears by his tactical pants come the weekend – pockets for bottles, wipes, toys, iPhone, etc. I stupidly decided to let vanity rule the day and wore a skirt to travel in. Yes, I looked cute but no pockets, and as Alex pointed out I look cute in tactical pants too.

The other thing I forgot is that it was so nice traveling to a regional airport in the UK rather than the hell-on-earth that is Heathrow. Not only were the people flying to Scotland friendlier, and less grumpy when faced with twins but Edinburgh International is a compact airport so there was no 10 mile hike to get through immigration, and baggage claim. Bliss.

Some thoughts on traveling with babies

I some how lost last week down the back of the sofa, and everyone getting sick to differing degrees didn’t really help but whilst I was trying not to cough and sneeze over Zoey and Naomi (not that they repaid the favor) I have been mulling over our recent travel adventure (two international flights and three train journeys).

Before Zoey cried for an hour when we were stuck on the run way.

Traveling with two babies under 6 months wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but I can see why some families find traveling with infants and children stressful. I would say that planning and personality are the two most important factors for a smooth trip. Alex and I are both good travelers, and, by good travelers I mean relaxed (nothing phases us) and experienced (we can field strip ourselves and carry-on in seconds when going through the TSA theater).

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Confession #2

One of the nice things about being on “vacation” was that without our trusty bouncy seats I could take a shower and/or pee without having one or both girls with me. Now I know that by choosing to have kids I basically signed away my right to privacy, and that’s fine. I’m perfectly okay with having my personal Greek chorus follow my every move it’s only when they start to cry in the bathroom and let’s say your mobility is somewhat hampered by the task you are undertaking that it can get a little frustrating. When I’m in the shower I can pop my head around the curtain to give a reassuring smile but when I’m on the loo they can already see me so I need to up the ante. Which is why I’ve taken to blow drying the girls. I power up my hair dryer, give the girl(s) a couple of quick blasts of cool air and it usually buys me enough quiet time.

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We are back from our epic (world) tour (I refuse to call it a vacation because a vacation with twinfants is an oxymoron). I had hoped to blog when we were in the UK but HA! That went the way of wanting to wear heels, having a manicure and blow drying my hair.

We had an awesome time, and hopefully this week I’ll get to blog about all the cool stuff we did and some lessons learnt about traveling with twinfants. And despite Alex coming home with a bad cold, and dealing with Zoey and Naomi’s jet lag as well as my own I am eager to start planning next year’s visit. I already have ideas about how to acclimatize Zoey and Naomi to traveling when they are toddlers.

So whilst I get myself back on an even keel here’s a few photos from our trip (more to come I promise!):

Paddington Bear at John Lewis' cafe

Naomi & her sherpa at my brother's wedding

 

"No more hats, granny, and I don't care if it was my mother's!"

 

"Morning!"

 

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