Flying with small children: a blurry recap 


This is a photo of me arriving in Edinburgh after the overnight flight with the Pingus. My mum sent it with the caption “No rush, really?” – oh she’s a card that one. 

Yes rush because Zoey hadn’t peed since New Jersey, so no flat white for me in the airport. Quick but loving hugs and into the cab to the bathroom at granny pingu’s! 

But let’s talk traveling, specifically flying solo, with small kids so we’ll rewind +10 hours. 




It was exhausting as the girls wanted 100% of my attention to talk about everything they were seeing, but hearts for eyes people the whole experience rocked. 

They loved everything about the airport, particularly the vehicles that drove around inside. 

“Inside vehicles, mummy! You didn’t know there would be cars in here!” 

And the moving walkway. And the yogurt we bought and ate sitting on the floor waiting to board. And sitting on the plane. 

It was just brilliant talking about everything over and over again. They talked until they passed out (Zoey was asleep by Maine and Nomi hung on till Nova Scotia). 

I barely needed any of the surprises of packed. Which was good as I could eek them out over our many train trips. On the plane the girls played with new small cars, play dough and we read new books (“I Stink!” & “I’m Dirty!” by Kate Mcmullan). Since they needed to sleep I kept the seat back TV screen set to the map. But, really they just wanted to talk about all the things. 

My two mistakes were food related. I woke them up for breakfast (they rejected all airplane food), and I should have packed even more snacks and real food. We had just enough but any delays would have pushed us over, or the kids would have had to eat airplane “food”. 


Muffin love

I should have taken a video of Nomi eating her morning snack, as she declared them the best muffins ever (marzipan-chocolate chip) and sang their praises as she ate them.



Zoey also got into the act with muffin love but not quite as thick as Nomi. Glad my cooking is appreciate.

Dinner tonight

There’s a new “kids” book out called You Have To F*cking Eat (the sequel to Go The F*ck To Sleep) detailing the pain of getting small children to eat.

I haven’t read it but I can guess how it goes given that I have two small children of my own that I eat with twenty one, or thirty five if you include snacks, times a week. Though to be honest I find mealtimes way easier now than when they were under 18 months. Those were bleak times, my friends, bleak times.

Sure I’d like them to eat more vegetables and not linger as much but I have plans for both of these. A friend suggested bringing knitting to the table as something to do when kids are dragging out a mealtime. It’s genius! I stop getting antsy and work on my knitting.

Over the summer I’d got into a rut with cooking vegetable sides that would get eaten but now I’m trying to shake things up. I know it’s going to take many appearances of these sides before they’ll be tasted or enjoyed but it’s worth it.


For dinner tonight we had homemade crunchy chicken nuggets, edamame and baked sweet potato. I know, I’m rocking the Gwyneth Paltrow vibe. The chicken and edamame (must be in shells) were eaten without question but the baked sweet potato was NEW. Nomi pushed it to the edge of her plate and kept giving it side eye in case it sprang to life and tried to attach itself to her fork. Zoey was excited by food in a “shell” and ate a fair amount.

Eventually Nomi will gobble it up, only a matter of time.

A week in food: Thursday

Thursday was a tough day as Zoey didn’t want to eat anything I gave her for her main meals outside of breakfast. Ugh. So she was in a bad mood as I am a tough mother fraker when it comes to snacking. I will not have them filling up to stop the whining because yes they stop whining but then they won’t eat their main meals, and it’s good for them to come to a meal (slightly) hungry. And let’s be honest if you’ve wrangled twins mostly alone for 17 months a little whining is NOTHING. What’s starting to get harder is that they are now pointing at food in the kitchen, and waving plates and bowls at me whilst whining and crying. But I stand firm, and feel slightly mean. Then I read this article about ‘The Snack Epidemic’ and I felt better but I have it easy.

The Cylonettes are young and totally under my influence and control (whoa that sounds Stalinistic). I don’t have to pack a bag of food for day-care or pre-k, they are not surrounded by a classroom full of kids with different eating habits and I don’t have to work outside of the home so I can cook all their meals and snacks from scratch. I just have to put up with the whining, and hold strong. Ugh.

Breakfast: Banana buttermilk pancakes with a few white chocolate chips thrown in for good measure, and whipped cream

Shocker that we all ate these fine pancakes. Alex and I got some maple syrup but the girls had to make do with pretend syrup. At some point they will cotton on, and we’ll have to let them have a spot or else we all go without.

Morning snack: Mini cheesy biscuits and milk

Best snack ever.

Lunch: Shepherd’s pie (leftovers)

Well Naomi and I enjoyed lunch, and Zoey sat there “talking” to the shelf of teddies next to the table.

Afternoon snack: Apricot and sultana crunch (from the freezer) and milk

It’s crunchy and has dried fruit so one can hope some nutrients are being absorbed.

Supper: Lamb ragu (from the freezer) with pasta, and a yogurt

I cut the ragu with cream when I was heating it up to lessen the acidity and increase the likelihood that Zoey would eat it. Big fat NO. Heigh ho what’s a mum to do but offer a yogurt (once Naomi had finished) and hope for the best the next day.

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