Jetlag

We live in an age of mobility. I think I was 18 before I set foot in an airplane. Baby M was introduced to the skies at less than a 14th of that age.

Flying went amazingly well. I'm sure the tubes in his ears helped make the air pressure changes easier on him than on anyone else in the 757. It also helped that the flight took off right around his bed time. He was asnooze by the time we hit cruising altitude!

M slept through most of the flight woke up to find it was mid-day in Stockholm - right in time for fond reunions with Grandma, Grandpa and aunt Anna.

After spending his first day in Sweden he went to bed around 8 local time (with no protests!). We went to bed temporarily feeling qualified to write a handbook in traveling with small children.

At 11 at night he was wide awake and ready to play! It was a very long shift from 11 to 4 when he was finally out. The concept of bedtime can be tricky to explain to a toddler. It doesn't get any easier when the sun rises at 2 in the morning.

More on the trip tomorrow.

Ps. If you ever find yourself wondering how a bull might feel strolling through a china shop... try carrying a car seat through the airport!