So like a true glutton for punishment, I decided that Fancy and I would make a trip to Kansas for the week of Memorial Day. Matt couldn't go due to work, but I thought to myself: "Self. You've done this before. Traveling alone with a child is a piece of cake." Well, that was before she was 15 months old and extremely mobile and opinionated. I came way too close to leaving her to fend for herself in the Memphis airport. On the flight from Jackson to Memphis Fancy suffered a complete 5-alarm meltdown all because I wouldn't let her get down and walk to where the flight attendant was. She was biting me, grabbing my seat mate's book, kicking, screaming and she followed it all up by throwing her pacifier across the cabin of the plane and knocking some poor gentleman upside the head. Oh yeah, we made lots of new friends. In a nutshell, I would not recommend flying alone with a toddler between the ages of 12 and 18 months. Just trust me. This is why I'm just now blogging about it one week later--I was in full on recovery for a week! Can't wait for our trip back on the 4th!
On the flight from Memphis to Wichita. Surprisingly, nobody wanted to sit with us. Thank goodness. I just let her sit on the floor and eat crumbs other passengers dropped--germs be damned.
Once we got to Wichita, things didn't get much better. My dad picked us up and we had to make the requisite stop at the grocery store. When you live 45 miles from the nearest Wal-Marks, you must take advantage of all opportunities. Well, what follows is what happens when the Princess is not in the bath and on her way to bed according to her regular schedule. Being flexible is not a concept Fancy has quite grasped.
The rest of the week was much better. We found out Fancy is a true Depeche Mode fan. Either that or she just likes bouncing on the furniture.
We went to visit Fancy's great grandparents in Colwich. She loved walking in their soft grass (we pretty much have brown grass here in the Sip, so she really enjoyed herself). And she picked some of Grandma's flowers. I never would have gotten away with that when I was a wee one. I guess it's okay for Fancy to do such things since she's named after her.
"Look, quit telling me no. You know I don't listen to you and I WILL continue to climb these stairs. Do you EVER learn?"
We went to feed the deer, but some people just aren't cut out for ranch life.
Fancy also got her first black eye. And not the last I'm sure. She was playing peek-a-boo with Ethan and had completely forgotten about the two steps down into my parents' living room. Oops.
Check out that shiner! I told everyone she got it in a bar fight. Makes her sound tough.
We took lunch to the guys working calves...
...which means Fancy got to wear her "work" jeans. I forgot her boots, but you get the picture.
"She can't help it if she's made that way, it just comes naturally.....nooooo, the girl can't help it!"
Fancy played with bubbles for the first time. I think she liked it.
And of course she spent the rest of her time just being fabulous....
Not everyone can make a tennis skirt look THIS good!
2 comments:
Fancy is lucky that she gets to spend time with her Great-grandparents!! I can't imagine trying to fly with Westynn...I would probably be drugging both of us by the time it was over.
She is VERY fortunate that she gets to spend time with her great grands! I just wish we could move closer to home so she could see them more often. She LOVES her great gma Loretta!
As to drugs....Benadryl will definitely be tagging along on our next trip! :-)
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