This is my uniform for my trip in Finland. The only day time footwear I packed were these Converse trainers and a pair of suede boots. The latter wasn't the best choice given that it's rained every day since I arrived. Converse and skinny jeans it's been then without a fail. I didn't pack many clothes for myself full stop. I wowed to travel light and only bring one suitcase. By the time I had packed for my girls there wasn't much space left for me. I then had to also bring a weekend bag. For the flight I brought a back bag and a Trunki. I didn't need the Trunki as such but I figured that it would be easier to pull Little M along sitting on it rather than risk her throwing a wobbly for getting too tired to walk the long distances inside airports. And it was easier however as there was a bus to and from the plane it turned out to be a bit of a struggle to be able to carry Baby M and the Trunki in the crowded, moving space. Having to fold the buggy before the bus and lift it on it along with everything else you're carrying is also a bit of a challenge. Luckily there were very nice people on the flight who helped me.
So the flight then... If I tell you that both of my children slept pretty much from take off to landing you're going to think it was the easiest flight ever. Which it was in a way. However before we took off we had to wait, seated, for at least half an hour. To kill that time and to keep Baby M happy (read: quiet) I fed her treats that she's not normally allowed. This resulted in her gobbling it up too quickly (this is my theory, at least) and ending up being sick. She wasn't just a little bit sick, she vomited multiple times, like a projector, all over herself and I. I had a plastic bag handy so I was trying to catch the vomit in my hands and chuck it in it. (Sorry I know that's pretty graphic.) When she stopped I was able to strip her off the most soiled items of clothing so she was relatively clean and dry for the flight. By the time the incident was over (one full pack of baby wipes later) the plane was taking off so I was unable to go to the bathroom to try and clean myself and wash my hands that smelled so bad I'm sure the whole plane stank. And by the time the seatbelt sign was switched off both of the children were asleep, half on top of me so I sat there stinking for over two hours. Baby M woke up unhappy about 10 minutes before landing and I stupidly gave her a snack. It didn't take many bites for it to make her sick again. This time inside my t-shirt.
Lessons learned: when you travel, always take a spare set of clothes for your children no matter what age they are. Baby M at 16 months is obviously not at the sickly baby age anymore so I hadn't thought of it but I certainly will from now on. Lesson 2: always bring yourself at least another t-shirt! Lesson 3: Bring more than one pack of baby wipes!!
I've flown with the two of them on my own before a few times. However it had been a while before the previous time. Such a long while that Baby M was still a proper baby then. It's a whole different ball game to have a toddler and a pre-schooler than a baby who can't yet move and is easy to carry in a Baby Bjorn and a pre-schooler. However in only about a year's time it will have all changed again and I will have two little girls on their Trunkis! :-)
Coat: Belstaff / Knitted Top: Top Shop / Wax Jeans: J Brand / Trainers: Converse / Bag: Celine