Today we flew from Chicago to Anchorage, a six hour flight. DS1 (2.5 y/o) was. a. little. angel. I got to be "that mom with the well-behaved kids" for once. Usually I'm "that mom who looks like she might have a nervous breakdown at any point." Refreshing.
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This is the kid I've been ready to throw out the nearest window for the past three weeks. Today, he watched some Sid the Science Kid on the iPod Touch, played a memory game (also on the Touch...), vroomed a few cars and airplanes around, and, for bonus points, said, "I'm sleepy, can we snuggle?" to DH and fell asleep for the last hour and a half of the flight.
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I don't know who this kid who looks exactly like DS1 is, but I like him. He's running around the otherwise-empty airport "nursery" room (it has a couch, some chairs, a bathroom, a kids' table, a Little Tykes slide, and a big window looking out at the airplanes) and screeching like a madman, and I'm not trying to stop him. I think he's earned it.









