The summer was beautifully manic, and we spent a lot of time on holiday or visiting friends.
It was lovely.
But as with all traveling with small people there were moments of pure stress when I felt like sticking a pencil in my eye rather than continue parenting.
The airport features highly in my memory of such occasions.
Turns out kids get bored in airports.
When my son gets bored, well, the devil finds work for his little hands; and mouth!
These are a few highlights from his time in the airport.
- Walking through X-Ray machine moments before his diabetic sister.
Watch out for that one behind me, she has more needles on her than a hospital ward.
2. Sitting in the departure lounge.
Mummy, can I google how many planes crashed last year…. (this one gave us a nice clear seating area.)
3. Getting on the plane
Coming through, coming through, lady with a baby…. (he did point out later, he doesn’t think I actually look pregnant but thought people would move quicker if they thought I was going to drop…)
4. Getting off the plane
When I get off this plane, I’m going to kiss the ground, there were times when I wasn’t sure we would make it…
(The air hostesses did look surprisingly unimpressed with this.)
5. On the return journey, going through the X-Ray machine.
Mummy, what is french for she has loads of needles, like loads and loads, they should search her.
6. At passport control: my children and I have different surnames; I was asked to confirm their date of birth, this has happened before, so the kids understand why they ask the question.
Bonjour, never seen this woman before in my life, and no idea who these two (with a flick of his head at his sisters) are either.
Thank god airports sell wine.