So, as I was saying, Nat and I, and Nat's BFF, Aunt Beth, all hopped a flight to Florida to visit Grandma and Grandpa P, hiding out from winter in the sunny south.
Stretching her legs and baring her arms
Nat and 'pa
marching
On a tip from a local, we stopped at Round Island State Park to watch manatees in the wild!
Tuckered out from all the excitement of spying manatees
and pelicans!
Natalie stumbled upon a really great game...
Open the Nat-sized freezer full of ice, pull out a cube (or jackpot-16 cubes!),
close the door, walk around the bar, repeat.
more cubes
Grandpa, Nat B, and Aunt Beth
checking out the ocean
the water was surprisingly not that cold
loved carrying handfuls of sand
weeeeeeee!
our little daredevil
ready to try the small slide all by herself
We had a great visit, and overall, Natalie was as good as you can expect a 14-month old to be out of her routine and away from all of her toys and familiarities. Until the plane ride home, that is. Yep, I had THAT kid on the plane. The one who was screaming, kicking, diving from seat to seat (poor Beth...), and generally annoying all the passengers in a 3-row radius. Lesson learned. We fly no where until Natalie is 8!
ha ha ha! Andy made that rule before we even had Owen. I had to agree that under no circumstances would I make him fly with infant/baby/toddler/preschooler. He's set his personal bar at 6 for flying. and true to his word, neither of my kids have ever set foot on a plane, and likely won't for a good long while. My husband lives in abject fear of having "those" kids.
ReplyDeletei've totally got his back on that one! this is the 2nd time we've flown with natalie, but the first time she wasn't walking yet, so it wasn't much of an issue. car travel is just as bad and takes a million times longer, but at least it's only your family having a rotten time, right?
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