Spaghetti Brains

I once heard that women's brains are like spaghetti and men's brains are like waffles. Women tend to let every aspect of their thoughts run together while men compartmentalize and focus on one task at a time. Nothing brought this to light for me quite like becoming a mother has.

Recently my husband and I were loading up his bike and Grayson's bike trailer in the truck so they could go ride. There was an oil spill in our driveway that Jason had recently poured clean cat litter on in an attempt to soak the oil up. I had been keeping an eye on Grayson kicking around in the cat litter for about ten minutes when Jason noticed and told him stop. The conversation went something like this:

Jason: "Grayson get out of the cat litter you're going to get oil all over your shoes!"

Me: "He's been having a blast for ten minutes. Those are his play shoes anyway, but I checked to make sure the oil wasn't getting on them when he first started."

Jason: "How could you have done that? You were helping me load this trailer..."

Me: "Multitasking. I also pulled him out of the front seat of your truck. I took the bug spray out of his hands and put it up so he wouldn't play with it. I swatted a mosquito on his leg."

The list of physical things I had done in that ten minute period could have gone on for a while, but I stopped there. The list of mental thoughts I was having could have gone on for days. I was preparing in my mind what I would pack in his backpack to take to the trails. I was thinking about his snacks and the fact that he would need his water bottle that keeps liquids cold for hours because it was so hot. I noticed his cheeks were turning redder than they typically do in the heat and hoped that it was simply his 2 year molars causing the redness and not illness. I thought about the fact that it was a Saturday afternoon so we couldn't go to the doctor even if he did start running a fever. (Luckily it was only his molars.) I remembered that I needed to put the extra car seat back in his daddy's truck. He would need his blanket since after the ride he would be ready for his nap. I wondered how Jason was going to get his bike and trailer loaded back up on his own. (It was a tight squeeze and we all know women are better at fitting the entire sink into the dishwasher.) I was also planning what I was going to do during the hour that they would be riding. We all know the options are endless when you have an hour or two of free time. My wondering mind went on and on and on...

Here's my point: Women's brains don't stop. We are like the energizer bunny on his 6th cup of coffee. This post goes out to hopeful moms, expecting moms, stay at home moms, work at home moms, moms who work outside of the home and empty nesters. When it comes to our children, we are always trying to stay one step ahead. The world doesn't give us time to take a mental break. Once we make that decision to become a mother, our brains take on a whole knew perspective. Our days are no longer only about us, but about this extension of ourselves, our children. We are blessed to have a "spaghetti brain." How else could we keep up?

I see my husband watching TV, playing his xbox or loading up that trailer. I can't help but wonder what is going through his mind. I assume he is most likely fully focused on the task at hand.

So, men... this isn't a post to point out your weakness as I don't believe it is one. We know you do a lot and we appreciate that, truly. You have your own unique strengths. If your brains worked like ours we would live in an even more stressful world. We need people who compartmentalize. You are needed.

Mamas, this is a post to encourage you. Sometimes it is exhausting for our brains to have a seemingly faulty "off switch." We are made differently. To be a mother is a beautiful thing that we are honored to have the privilege. Having the ability to multitask enables us to be better moms for our children and better supporters of each other. God made us this way so that we may care for our children and our households the way that He intended.

Graysonology

"Oh mo!" You're almost two Little Man. You radiate sunshine and joy from the moment you wake me up with morning snuggles and kisses, until the moment you grab my hand and say "my bed" at night. My life is so full when you're around. You are entertainment every second of everyday.

Life with you goes a little something like this...

Dada brings you downstairs in the morning to snuggle with me before he leaves for work. Most of the time you grab my hand to hold and fall back asleep snuggled up against me. Sometimes you are awake for the day so we turn on one of your favorite movies and snuggle. Right now, your favorite is Finding Nemo. You love the part where the fish are chanting for Nemo to join their club. You chant right along and then finish off by exclaiming "SHARK BAIT!" It's adorable. At some point during our morning snuggle time, you decide you are ready to embrace the day. Usually you grab my hand and state "dI want dowwnnnn."

Most of the time we go straight to the potty or the refrigerator. You are halfway potty trained. You will tee-tee on the potty all day long, however you will only go standing up. You are completely opposed to sitting down on a toilet. I'm not sure how we are going to master #2.

Usually when we get to the fridge you tell me "I want a woohoo (Yoohoo drink)" It's the most adorable thing because the pitch in your voice becomes really high when you say "woohoo." Usually for breakfast you ask for sausage, "teese (cheese stick)", yogurt, or "that" while pointing at something totally random.

Lately, we have been going outside or to the park to play after breakfast. Some days, I run errands instead and you don't seem to mind either way. Usually after morning play or errand time you are ready for your nap. You are a NAPPER. You usually sleep at least 2 hours and most of the time 3.

After your nap we usually learn something together or work on a craft. Lately we have been working on colors. You are so into painting, coloring and drawing right now. I can already tell you have a passion for learning. You pick instructions up very quickly, even though you usually test your limits with me.

Normally Dada comes home shortly thereafter. We either cook dinner while you continue your artwork and learning or we pack up and go to dinner.

After dinner we play, talk and catch up with Dada. Usually you don't want much to do with Mama once Dada gets off of work. You want to soak in as much Dada time as you possibly can while hes home. I usually give you two time to play and catch up and I work on house chores or do something for myself during this time. Usually it's something about as simple as taking a shower.

This brings us to your BATH TIME! I'm pretty sure this is your absolute favorite time of the day. You literally spend at least an hour in the bath every night. Your water usually gets cold so I have to drain it and start over. You have even taken an interest in bathing yourself so I give you soap and let you do it first before I make sure you're completely spot free. Thanks to my good friend Mr. Magic Eraser, bath time is your time to get messy. I let you go to town on the bathtub. We have bath crayons, bath markers, bath paints, bath drops, kiddy shaving cream and your shower doors close completely so I even let you splash away. I have found some things are simply not worth stressing over. (Sidenote: I apologize if my child takes a bath at your house and splashes everywhere.) We do bath time big and fun around here.

I really wish I could put your adorableness into words. The words to describe you literally do not exist. Your personality teaches me something new daily. You make me strive to be a better person.

For example, the other day we were in the car. Another driver did something completely wrong and I had to slam on my breaks. They then proceeded to blame me when it was clearly their fault. I was furious initially, then you hollered "UH OH" at the perfect time and I couldn't help but laugh. It was hysterical.

It's times like these that it occurs to me how big you are now. It's a fact that you understand most of what is going on in the world around you. I am so glad that I have God to help me on this parenting journey because it would be extremely intimidating if I didn't. 

You have reached the stage where you can repeat pretty much any phrase. The words you most commonly use without any provoking are:

"Oh mo (no)"
"EWWWW"
"A bug" (stomps on said bug)
"All gone" (while throwing your hands up)
"BYEBYE" (very loudly)
"Hi bish n fog (fish and frog)" (approaching your aquarium pets)
"BYE bish (fish)" (EVERY night before bed)
"Nuggle (snuggle)" (while bringing me your blanket and reaching up)
"Bad bad" (acknowledging you are in trouble)
"Shhhhhh" (With finger over your lips and usually directed at barking dogs)
"hungry" 

"Smells good!" (You sniff everything)

"BOW (WHOA)" Anytime you trip or feel unstable you say this.
"thirsty"
"I want -------- (insert random word here)"
"poopoo"
"teetee"
"I want candy" (after going on the potty)

"I wanna be baybeh!" (Pretending to be a newborn swaddled up in your towel after your bath)

More fun facts:

You hop when you get excited. If you bring me something you want and I say okay, you hop. When I show you something new, you hop. I can always tell when I have received cool mom points because you hop.

You are the door patrol. If a door is open, it must be closed immediately. If there is a button on that doorknob it must be pressed. Lucky for me our interior doors are easy to unlock.

You are super messy but you love cleaning up after yourself. I have decided that you intentionally make messes specifically so that you can help clean them up.

You are a climber. If I look away from you for a split second, you're on top of something. I really don't even worry about it that much anymore. I stay ahead of you and keep dangers out of your reach and locked up.

Most of the time when you climb it is because you want to wash your hands, so I had to teach you how to control the faucets and water temperature so that you wouldn't scald yourself.

You are the cleanest kid I've ever known. You hate having dirty hands and you say "ewww" when you see mud or poop. You like playing in dirt though, so we are okay. You're obsessed with brushing your teeth, washing your hands, taking baths and wiping up messes.

You love gum. You ask for gum at least 30 times per day. It's becoming a problem. Lately your worst fits are caused by me refusing to give you a piece. 

You can now go up and down the stairs independently. I still follow directly behind or in front of you because the thought of you falling terrifies me. 

You give the best kisses ever, hands down! 

Be still, and know that I am God

On August 18, I was scrolling through my instagram feed and saw this post from your most beloved baby blanket brand so I figured why not?

The entry took me thirty seconds to complete and then I took this screenshot to send to your daddy to let him know just in case you happened to win. We semi-jokingly remarked that of course your adorable face would win (like any parent would.) Something in my gut told me you stood a chance. It was out of the norm because we never enter into things like this.

On the 25th of August, I found out that you had been selected from over 500 entries to participate in the photo shoot in Manhattan. I'm proud of you little guy. 

This whole thing really got me thinking. My baby isn't even two yet and the world is already wanting him. They're clawing at him already. Okay, that's dramatic. I did enter him into this contest. BUT it won't be long before the world is clawing at him.

I am finding that I cannot pray enough lately. Raising kids in this world would be terrifying if I didn't know better. What I mean is I know that I have to let go and trust God to protect him despite my own fears. 

It is my basic motherly instinct to want to helicopter parent that baby o' mine. I want to hover all over that child and keep him at an arms length. I want to be close enough to catch him before he falls. I want to wipe the tears away before they hit the floor. I want to smack away all the bad guys before they even set eyes on him. I want to build fences around his heart and lock it up.

However I know that doing so would be doing him a disservice. I have to let him be a little boy. He needs the freedom to run free and explore. He needs to feel like he is capable of doing things by himself and for himself. He has to make his own mistakes and learn from them. I have to give him the freedom to not be a .... (sniffle) baby anymore. 

I pray that God sends positive people into this child's life who will guide him, better him and bring him joy. I pray that God will use him to do the same to others and be a shining light for Him. 

I need my village to pray for me as I have been particularly emotional lately. I am so thankful to have the gift of such a precious child to parent. I am overwhelmed with emotion at the fact that my son, although he will forever remain my baby, is leaving the treasured years of infancy behind and we are moving onto a new phase in our lives. 

The fact that we can sit and have full conversations now or that he can run and play at the park completely unassisted is so much. Just so much. It's the best thing ever, but it's a lot. It's so much that it's messing up my grammar and my sentences aren't even complete right now. I think I'm just confused because everyone says that time flies and I'm looking back and I know that I cherished every second but I feel like there is so much time unaccounted for. The first year flew by, the second year was the speed of light, if the third year goes by any faster than that he's going to be grown by next week. I just can't.

BAM

“Be still, and know that I am God."

Psalm 46:10

Wow! Cool how God does that. Seriously, like mid panic attack here and he just threw that verse at me. I probably would've edited my little blog freak out up there to make it not so random and all over the place, but I think in this case it really shows what God did with me there. There were multiple other things going on in my mind that weren't being typed out in this blog that He handled with this verse as well. On that note, I'm done here. I have some thanking to do.

When God Says Speak

I keep hearing God telling my heart to speak. Speak = write. So, here I am. Initially I was going to keep this all to myself in hopes of eventually "surprising" our loved ones with happy news instead of dragging them along the whole ride with us again. However, it's become clear to me that isn't in the cards for us. I'm letting it go. 

When I found out that I was finally pregnant with Grayson, I told myself I would be perfectly content if God's plan was for me to have only one biological child. As you know, the cycle during which we conceived Grayson was our final attempt before moving forward with our adoption plans. 

A second child has been on my mind pretty much since Grayson was born. When conceiving doesn't come easily, you don't get the luxury of not planning ahead to an extent. I have bounced back and forth between whether I want to attempt to conceive again or jump straight into adoption this time. 

My pregnancy with Grayson ended very dangerously. Preeclampsia can be life threatening and I had a severe form. My chances of that recurring in a future pregnancy are about 30%. I have to take this fact very seriously knowing that IVF is another risk factor boosting that up even more. Upon learning this initially, it was a no brainer that we should adopt. 

For reasons unknown to me, I feel God very strongly telling me I need to try anyway. I feel God telling me that He isn't ready for our family to adopt at this time. I feel like this is in our future somewhere down the line, but I keep hearing "not yet." I know with prayer anything is possible and that He will protect me from harm.

Every time I think I know the next move, God speaks. Last week we went back to our fertility specialist for a consultation. We are all set to go physically and emotionally, but now we need God to make it possible for us financially. I know He can and will do this when He says it's time. 

After realizing on Friday that we wouldn't be able to do this in September like we previously planned for, I slipped. I slipped back down into the bitterness that consumed me for so long while trying to conceive Grayson. I trampled over everyone this weekend and hurt feelings. I got angry at God again. It hurts. The pain cut so deep that it made me angry. 

Saturday night I realized that I needed to be humbled. I realized that God was asking me to willingly give him the driver's seat in my life again. He made me acknowledge once again that no matter what I think, he has always had control. This is a lesson He has to be getting tired of teaching me over and over again. (Control freak problems) I prayed that He would speak to me and bring me back to the mindset that I needed to be in.

It all came full circle Sunday morning at church. They sang "Cry Out to Jesus" before the message and the tears began to fall. I knew that song was just for me. It was everything that I needed to hear in that very moment. After that, our message was about finding your spiritual gifts and figuring out where that can be plugged into the church. 

Brother Danny then very specifically said something along the lines of "if you have an idea of a new ministry, tell us, we are always open and growing." A light bulb came on and I remembered that several months ago I had looked into starting a support group for women going through these kinds of hard times, but there was no place for me to use and I got discouraged and distracted. (ADHD problems)

I feel like God allowed me to feel this recent pain and discouragement to remind me how helpful it might be for other women. If it wouldn't have been so fresh on my memory, I probably wouldn't have heard that particular part of the message so loud and clear.

This morning a dear friend of mine send me an encouraging message which seemed literally out of the blue. She very kindly inquired about our plans for future children and explained that God had been putting it on her heart to pray for us specifically regarding this. It completely amazed me that while I was busy being self-centered and having a mini pity party this weekend, God was already gathering my prayer warriors. How awesome is that? God always knows our needs before we do. 

This is when I knew it was time for me to speak out about this. I had hoped to be more private this time, but I know God speaks through His people. I know my experiences can help people, have helped people and will continue to help people. So here I am, putting it all out there for you. 

In conclusion, there is an abundance of prayer needs here...

First and foremost, that God will be glorified in this process. That I will remain undistracted so that I can hear His voice speaking loud and clear. That God will bring people to me that I can direct to Him in this process. That He can use my story and myself to change lives. We need prayers that I stay level headed and at peace with God's plan. I need prayers for patience to wait for God's voice before making any big moves. I am a go getter, so when I want something it's extremely hard for me to wait. I need God to hold my heart in his hands all of the time. I need direction on whether or not I am actually the woman He wants to start a group like previously mentioned.

We need God to provide us with $15,000 to attempt IVF. I know that when it's His will, He comes through for us on BIG needs like this, because it happened 4 times in our attempts with Grayson. That's not even counting the many expenses for surgeries, less invasive treatments, etc before the IVFs. At first I hesitated to share the exact number, but it's nothing you can't google and find out yourself so for the sake of praying specifically, $15k. We need that in order to even begin the process again. 

A Masterpiece Takes Time

Little Man, you have sure kept me busy lately. It seems like this summer has been literally nonstop. Since we've been home from our trips, it's been something fun every weekend.

One of our most recent exciting events was our sweet friends Thomas and Amanda's wedding. You had the honor of being a ring bearer while I got to stand by them as a bridesmaid. You did so well and were absolutely adorable as always. It was so cool to have us both sharing in such a big day in their lives. It was a crisis because the suit that we rented for you was huge (size 4/5) and swallowed you whole. You wear a 2T so you must have been severely mismeasured at the fitting. We had to scramble the morning of the wedding and send both your Nana and Nene on a hunt to buy clothes that fit and matched the rest of the boys in the wedding. Luckily, they are awesome and it happened. I love getting to be your mom and take part in things like this. Your favorite part was wearing your new boots. You finally own a pair just like Daddy's. Here are a few photos of your handsome self...

You recently recovered from a nasty respiratory virus. When you get it, you get it bad (like Usher) because you have reactive airways. When you were 5 months old you caught RSV even though I was extremely OCD and germaphobic, so now you wheeze anytime you catch a cold. Thankfully, that hasn't been too often, because I hate when you're not well and because you hate your breathing treatments. 

Shortly after you recovered from that, you got attacked by ants. I thought you were simply picking grass or something until you started frantically sprinting across the yard and shaking your arms. I've only ran (possibly flown) to you that fast once before and that was when you tumbled down the stairs. It was incredibly sad and it freaked you out so badly that you pooped your pants. That's not a huge deal when you're in diapers, but it broke my heart for you. Fortunately, we had been swimming so there was a pool of water that I ran and dunked you into clothes and all. Your right arm wasn't so bad because it was the one I brushed the ants off of first, but they ate your left one up. They were trapped between your fingers and I had to pick them all out. There were over 50 bites in all, most of them on your left hand. It was horrible and you wouldn't go back into the grass for a few days. 

This week we have had a sleepover with our best friends for 4 nights in a row. Your daddy went to uncle Logan's bachelor party in Cancun so Christin and Kylar came to stay with us. We had so much fun. Since you have shown an interest in movies lately, we took you to the theater to see "Planes" and you did exceptionally well. I've never known a one year old to sit still through almost the entire thing. You slept through the first part, then watched most of it in my lap. It was only about the last 15 minutes that you started getting antsy so I took you to play Cruisin' USA in the arcade instead. You're obsessed with that game. 

You didn't act like you missed daddy that much, but you proved that you did when he got home. You were sound asleep but when he walked in the bedroom you opened your eyes and caught a glimpse of him. You smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen on your face. You continued smiling while in and out of sleep for no less than 30 minutes. It was so precious that I cried (embarrassing mom moment.) It makes me tearfully happy to see you that happy. 

On a better note, today we went to the zoo with Ashlee, Mason, Christin and Kylar. You constantly amaze me with how smart you are. You recognize a lot of the animals now. Seeing how you react differently than even a couple of months ago is really neat. This time, you loved the birds and fish. A bird actually landed on your head and you handled it like a total champ. You recognized the deer. You yelled "ohhhhh BAD BUG" at the tarantulas. You said "dog" excitedly when you saw the meerkat so I just went with it. You said "nuh uh" and made a scared face when the tiger got close to the glass (it freaks me out too buddy.) 

Last but not least, tonight was your first swim lesson. You did AMAZING. You're such a water baby. You're not the least bit timid in the water which scares me a tad, but that's exactly why we're taking lessons. I can't wait to see the skills you learn.

How will you be 20 months old in 3 days? I'm so proud of the little boy you are becoming. You have been such a happy baby from the start and now you're growing into such a pleasant little boy. If only I had known what God had in store for us... Your sweet soul was SO worth the wait! Now I know, a masterpiece takes time. You are truly beautiful inside and out. 

Eighteen Months

Today my little man turns 18 months old. I'm not quite sure how this happened so quickly. I knew it would, it's the advice everybody threw at me given the chance. "Cherish every second, they grow fast."  It's something that hasn't fully hit me until recently. This flies by. Luckily, I truly have cherished every second, but it's still mind-blowing.

I'm learning that he is far more mentally and physically advanced than I realize most of the time. 

As an example, five minutes ago on the airplane, I asked the sweet flight attendant if she would fill his cup up with water with which she complied. She then got me a glass of water as well and set my tray table down for me since my hands were very full. 

At this point, Grayson began very adamantly needing something, which I assumed was his cup of water. "Nuh uh." I tried handing him his sucker that was just out of his reach. Nope. So then I said "Grayson show Mama what you want baby, I don't understand." He replied "Bub" which in our world means Bubble Guppies. 

What I didn't realize is that the pattern before I take out his DVD player on the airplane goes as follows. Take DVD player out of backpack, open tray table and then play his DVD. It was only natural in his world that the next step after opening the tray would be watching "Bub." 

Last night, my mom grabbed her purse to take into her bedroom and all of the sudden Grayson chased her down repeating "die" over and over. Now before you think this is a morbid story, "die" is Grayson language for "outside." He observed that usually women grab their purse before going outside. He has made the same observation with shoes.

I love intelligent moments like these that remind me how much he is learning. He is so observant and really studies everything. His memory is amazing. He is starting to leave his tiny mark in the world. He is making his own waves and is figuring out his place in this great, big world around him.

What an amazing thing for me to witness. 

From 15-18 months, his mental understanding has really blown me away. He is very adamant about letting us know what he needs or wants. If he doesn't know how to pronounce a word, he will grab our hand, lead us to it and put our hand directly on what he wants or needs help with. I always use that moment as a teaching opportunity to give him words for things he wants. 

With mental understanding, of course, comes many fits due to not having access to the things he wants. My kid spends a lot of time on the floor these days. The "step-over" him approach seems to work well. However, it takes all I have not to laugh when he stands up, walks within my sight and then resumes said fit. 

We're in that awkward stage of not really a baby, not really a big boy yet so sometimes Mr. Independence gets frustrated. He wants to do everything all by himself all of the time. It's hard for me to stand back and watch him try to figure out such simple tasks, but I do it so he can learn for himself. 

The good news is, when something is a clear danger he allows help. He knows to always grab my hand around stairs. He knows we don't go by water without holding my hand. He knows my "this is serious" voice and respects it most of the time. When he is in a dangerous situation and doesn't follow my direction, that is when he gets spanked. I am the mom who will find alternatives to spanking until it becomes a danger issue of any kind. This approach works well for us. I can't halfway spank because he thinks it's a hilarious game. So, when I do make the decision to spank, I have to mean business and I'm not about to be one of those parents spanking my child every five minutes for every little thing to the point where it doesn't even phase him anymore. No, we will save that for real problems. 

As for vacation, May was simply incredible. First we got to go to the unmatched Grand Cayman 7 mile beach. Now, we are on our way back from our home away from home, Destin, FL. I want to live at the beach. After this month I'm going to be craving sun, sand and turquoise saltwater until next time. Think like school girl crush on a cute boy and she just wants to seeeeee him... That's me, except my crush is on the ocean and I just need to beeeee (live) there.

Sigh.....

Well, I do have many photos to share. :) 

Flying with Children Under Age 2

We like to travel. We also like to bring our son along. This means we inevitably must bring our son on airplanes. Nine flights later, I have learned a few dos and donts. I have compiled a list below based on my personal experience in an effort to help some of you first time flying mamas. 

The first time we flew with Grayson, he was almost 9 months old. The most recent, he was 17 months old. I'll be doing it all over again next week, by myself, with MUCH less.

(8 months and 17 months)

When Grayson was 8 months, we flew with him as a lap child. This means the baby has no option of sitting alone and a parent must be holding him at all times. For a relatively active child, this will be challenging although it can be done. 

If you can afford it, I highly recommend purchasing your baby or toddler their own seat even if they're under 2 years. For one, it is the safest way for them to travel by air. Secondly, they are strapped in and unable to wiggle all around the airplane. Given that airplane tickets are usually $300+ a ticket and money doesn't grow on trees (darn), this may not be an option. If it isn't, my advice would be to bring a lightweight car seat and a wheeled car seat transporter attachment. If the flight is not full, they will allow you to use your child's car seat in an extra seat if one is available. If the flight is full, you simply gate check the car seat and transporter and your child will then ride in your lap. 

With the car seat transporter, they can ride in their car seat through the airport like it is a stroller. Practice hooking up and unhooking the device from the car seat several times before you get to the airport. 

If you don't use the car seat transporter, you will need a stroller. The cheaper the better. If you are going to have to bring your stroller to use at your destination anyway, I recommend gate checking it so it isn't ruined during normal baggage checking. They sell gate check bags for relatively cheap if you are concerned with your gate checked items getting dirty. 

If your flight has a layover, make sure you pack enough clothing and supplies for yourself and your child to last 24 hours. I had always heard this was a good idea. I have done it each time I've traveled with Grayson. I was beginning to think it was pointless because I had never needed any of it. That was up until our last flight when we ended up in Detroit overnight spontaneously after a missed flight and lots of airport drama. Now, I cannot stress this enough. I had told Jason he should put some extra clothes in the carry on while we were packing and he chose not to. Guess who was scurrying through the airport purchasing travel sized everything and wore the same outfit 2 days in a row... I'll give you a hint: it wasn't Grayson or I. ;) Besides, odds are that even if you don't end up somewhere unexpected, your baby will spit up on you, have a blow out, spill something, throw up, etc. It happens to me every time. 

I purchased a backpack diaper bag specifically for use while traveling. In my opinion, this is essential. It frees up both of my hands to carry other necessary items and tend to Grayson. It's spacious enough to put 24 hours worth of diapers and snacks as well as other items that I feel are crucial to airport survival. 

Toys. Leave the toy box at home or pack the toys you will need at your destination in your checked bag. I packed an entire Trunki full of toys for the airport. Grayson pulled each toy out for about 3 seconds during our layover and then stood up and wanted me to take him for a ride on the escalator instead. Let's face it, if you have a child under 2, toys don't hold their attention for very long. Children at this age are far more interested in exploring the world around them. I did not open the Trunki a single time on the airplane. Not once. He did enjoy a nice game of airplane ticket fetch with his dad. Another fun one was smack dad in the head with an empty water bottle. Another hit was learn how to remove and put socks back on his feet. My point is, bring a couple of toys but don't waste good carry on space with junk that will satisfy your child for 3 seconds. You'll end up overwhelming your baby and yourself. 

When we're on the airplane, whatever keeps Grayson quiet goes. I pay the consequence later when I have to despoil him, but if it gets us through the flight it's worth it. This is bad for consistency, which is key to parenting. However when I'm flying with my son I go straight into survival mode. If he's not screaming, I remain calm and happy. He gets away with things he wouldn't normally. For instance, as much milk as his heart desires and lollipops, Cheetos and junk food galore. I would recommend keeping the sugar at a minimum since it will most likely backfire in the form of a sugar rush. If he wants, he gets to watch his portable DVD player the entire flight. We play the throw it down and watch Mom pick it up game repeatedly. Again, if it keeps him seated and relatively silent it's simply worth it to me. 

Everyone recommends feeding the baby during takeoff and landing. I have always attempted this, but even when Grayson isn't receptive to the idea his ears seem fine. Others on the airplane expect that your child maybe fussy during this time anyway. Don't over stress about this.

If you're worried that your child may cry and bother other passengers, keep in mind that most people wear earphones on airplanes these days. I will be bringing a cheap box of ear plugs on our next flight for anyone around us who may want a pair. Grayson decided to let out an excited high pitched scream on our last flight. There was an 80+ year old man in the seat in front of him and it startled the poor man so much that he jumped and let out an audible yell of fear. Luckily, everyone thought it was hilarious because it was so random and he was so happy. It was Grayson's first time to scream like that, but I will be prepared next trip so that we don't cause any medical emergencies for our elders. 

Bring a thermometer and any treatments for illness. You won't want to be caught off guard with a sick child on an airplane. Bring children's Benadryl. You never know when your baby might develop an allergy and you definitely won't want an airplane emergency. I carry Benadryl with me on a daily basis because Grayson is always trying new foods. You'll be glad you did if a problem arises.

While I'm thinking about germs and illness, bring travel sized Lysol and Clorox wipes. On our last flight, I opened my tray table to discover crumbs and stickiness. It was gross and I was so glad that I had disinfectant wipes. Airplanes are disgusting and kids like to touch things and then stick their fingers into their mouths. Bad combination. Yuck!

Bring a blanket for your baby. Airplanes can get cold. Cold babies get mad. Mad babies cry... You get the point. 

Bring as much as you need, but as little as possible. Keep in mind that everything you bring will have to be carried and most airports are pretty big. You won't want to be lugging a ton of unnecessary baggage around all the while trying to content your baby. 

If you're really lucky, your child will nap the entire flight. It's happened to me a few times and I felt like super mom with the perfect airplane baby. Just don't get too big of a head, scream time will come sooner or later.