One of the things I still get the most questions about is the mini-crib (and mini-nursery) we used with Hudson in New York. We lived in a 500-square-foot studio, so we transformed our walk-through closet (translation: Aron had to move his clothes into our entry closet) into a little nursery space for with some wallpaper, a mobile, a mini-fan, and a mini-crib. You can read all about it here.
We were lucky enough to find a used Bloom Alma Urban Crib, which saved us hundreds of dollars because—at the time—there was only one option and its components were pricey.
I’m starting to think about what I’m going to pack for our flight to Florida this weekend, but there’s one thing I never have to think about: my carry-on essentials. I keep a little pouch packed and at the ready to toss into my bag. Actually, in general, the contents of my larger carry-on have varied dramatically over the years: glossy fashion magazines have been traded for childrens’ books and a buffet of finger foods—even if I usually still pack a few in my checked bag. But there’s always a pouch with a few key items that’s waiting to be whisked off at a moment’s notice (and stashed in the seat pocket in front of me).
If you recall, one of our favorite strategies for flying with very small children is staying off the plane as long as possible. Aron usually gets on the plane first and grabs some overhead space, takes care of gate-check, installs the carseat and whatnot. He’s the one who has decide what goes at our feet (or solely in the seat pocket, if we happen to score the bulkhead), which is all the more reason for making sure that what I need at my fingertips is easy to grab when the seatbelt sign goes on.
There was so much to celebrate this weekend, I’m just downloading photos and playing catch up today. Though still ridiculously long (surprise!), here are some highlights…
