By the end of her first five months, my second daughter had been on:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The road trip was about as horrible<\/strong> as you could possibly imagine. She screamed approximately 40 of the 42 hours we were on the road. And those two hours of silence were all thanks to these songs<\/a>. In fairness to her, she was only five weeks old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the plane rides were AWESOME. I nursed at take-off, and she slept pretty much the whole flight. Every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n While she slept, I read books written for grown-ups. I played endless rounds of Dots<\/a> on my phone. I even got to snooze a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then last week, I went to the DC area for work, which meant our 10-month-old would rack up four more<\/strong> flights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Luckily, the cheapest flights happened to line up with her nap times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We packed a few baby toys perfect for plane rides in her diaper bag, but I knew we wouldn’t need them.<\/p>\n\n\n