My husband and I travelled together a lot BS—before Sofía. Our first viaje en avión as Padres, parents, was something out of a ridiculous comedy. We normally get to the airport with plenty of time to spare, so we decided to give ourselves 30 minutes more to account for Sofía. We really needed like 2 hours more. Don’t ask me how, but we ended up getting to our gate AFTER they started boarding people. We had rushed through check in, security and basically ran to the gate. We ended up being one of the last three families to board---because we kind of were being ignored for a while. We weren’t able to let Sofía run around a bit before being confined for five hours. We couldn’t stop to get her breakfast or even change her diaper before boarding the avión. We had to ask some kind man to switch seats so that the three of us could sit together…..we were in the last two rows of the plane. All the overhead compartments were full and my poor husband had to connect the darn car seat with everyone else around—more pressure and less room. I think that they were waiting for us to settle in before they closed the cabin doors, but I’m not positive. I felt like one of those stupid reality show races against the clock to complete a task. Hopefully we have learned our lesson! ¡Ave María! 
Monday, July 12, 2010
Primer Viaje en Avión Como Padres
My husband and I travelled together a lot BS—before Sofía. Our first viaje en avión as Padres, parents, was something out of a ridiculous comedy. We normally get to the airport with plenty of time to spare, so we decided to give ourselves 30 minutes more to account for Sofía. We really needed like 2 hours more. Don’t ask me how, but we ended up getting to our gate AFTER they started boarding people. We had rushed through check in, security and basically ran to the gate. We ended up being one of the last three families to board---because we kind of were being ignored for a while. We weren’t able to let Sofía run around a bit before being confined for five hours. We couldn’t stop to get her breakfast or even change her diaper before boarding the avión. We had to ask some kind man to switch seats so that the three of us could sit together…..we were in the last two rows of the plane. All the overhead compartments were full and my poor husband had to connect the darn car seat with everyone else around—more pressure and less room. I think that they were waiting for us to settle in before they closed the cabin doors, but I’m not positive. I felt like one of those stupid reality show races against the clock to complete a task. Hopefully we have learned our lesson! ¡Ave María! 
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