Toddler airplane preparation begins in the terminal. A toddler needs tons of time to get the wiggles out and let the Benadryl take effect. We arrived early to our gate, gave Jr. a low dose of Benadryl, and let him run wild. Jr. becomes a social butterfly in an airport, running up to people reading their books with their earbuds in, standing in their personal space, and smiling ear to ear. As soon as the traveler looks up and notices that they're being watched, he is off to meet his next friend. This behavior is expected. "When he gets on the plane and the gentle roar of the engine begins, he will undoubtedly calm down and fall into a deep sleep," I told myself. So, after he became bored with socializing and moved to spreading goldfish crackers throughout the airport like a farmer sowing seed, I was eager to just get on that big sleep machine.
Our seats were not perfect, but still ideal. I settled Jr. and I in our window seat near the back and attempted to snuggle him into sleep position. Did I mention that we planned the flight for nap time? I was so sure Jr. was going to fall into a deep slumber quicker than I could fasten my seat belt, I was a little surprised when he resisted my cuddle. I remained optimistic. "When the engines start, he will settle," I thought. "Then, I'll pull out my book (Freerange Kids, just in case you're wondering :)) and maybe even catch a little nap myself."
|Progression of a crazed toddler from crackers to meltdown|
Finally, after two hours of wrestling, scolding, redirecting, singing, and pleading, our plane landed. And, Jr. fell asleep. Sigh.