I guess I didn’t realize but it’s been over a year since Hayden has been on a plane and a year is a long long time for a three year old. He was so excited. He had been talking about going to England for a while, and when we got up in the morning the first thing he said to me was “yay, were going to England today!!”. He has been excited because of the trains, all the toys nanny has lined up for him and of course the airplanes!
We got to the airport with Layla and Mummy with us and had some lunch together but he couldn’t sit still. He was just jumping around, running around in circles and just eager to get on the plane. The whole time with his Thomas suitcase in tow. We said goodbye to Mummy and Layla and at airport security. He was really easy, even took his shoes off and didn’t go beep! We made our way down to the gate and we could see our plane so we watched all the bags get on and watching all the airport trucks and even a bird try and get on the plane (apparently according to Hayden). Hayden was getting a little impatient that we couldn’t get on the plane straight away. Eventually we started boarding and Hayden got more impatient because all the fancy gold card holders needed to get on the plane like life and death depended on it. He was worried there wouldn’t be any room for us. At one point on the jet bridge he shouted at the people in front of us to hurry up, luckily/unfortunately his little voice didn’t carry.
On the plane he was really good. Especially as 1) I kept all the toys in his suitcase to try and save them for the longer flight and 2) we had to sit on the runway for 30 minutes and I couldn’t figure out why weren’t moving. Eventually we got moving he loved it, and was very excited about take off and apple juice and seeing the little plane potty. I let him play on my phone which is good and bad. Kids turn into little monsters on those things, but it keeps them amused. So pick your poison I guess!
After the first flight we had a few hours to kill at Chicago. Now this is an interesting time to mention that Hayden really doesn’t like toilets that flush by themselves. We sat in a bar, I had a beer, Hayden had a huge lemonade. I should have realized what problems this was going to cause me!! I think over the next 90 minutes while we waited for the plane we must had gone to the toilet about 6 times. Each time I don’t think he ever really finished because he’s paranoid that the toilet is going to flush by itself and swallow him up!!! We had to keep going to different toilets so we didn’t look too weird! It must have worked though because he didn’t go at all in the next 7 hours on the plane over to England.
On that flight he was also a really good boy. He had one little melt down at dinner time because I had left it too late to feed him but besides that he was a superstar. He watched most of Nemo, had some food, I read him a book and then he took a nap on me. I felt for him because he couldn’t get in a comfortable position without his feet poking out in the walkway so every time someone walked by he would get knocked. Luckily he was too tired to care. Eventually he was able to curl up a little more and probably got three and a half hours. Got to England and Granddad was waiting for us for a cup of tea and fruit shoot for me and Hayden respectively!