This year for the holidays I decided to head off to warmer climates and hang out with my family in Australia for a couple of weeks. It was a holiday I was looking forward to with slight trepidation. The holiday itself sounded charmed. After all, two weeks in the sunshine, hanging out by the pool with my family and friends doesn’t sound too painful. But you can imagine that the thought of a 24 hour flight alone with my two year old rascal who gets stir crazy in our three bedroom house, was enough to send my anxiety levels through the roof. So I packed military style. Stickers, magnet books, familiar toys, new toys, a gazillion nappies and wipes, milk and her favorite food and snacks. Not to mention hours of Peppa Pig downloaded on the ipad. Being prepared calmed my nerves ever so slightly. By the time we actually got on the plane, Ari and I were both running out of steam. Luckily the plane was half empty so Ari had her own seat and Qantas entertainment contains Peppa pig, so bingo, didn’t even need to take out the ipad! Whilst my baby girl watched hours of Peppa pig and sat there quietly playing and eating, I managed to relax and watch three films pretty much uninterrupted. Every now and again, between films, we’d walk around for a bit and hang out with some other kids on the flight, but otherwise we just took it easy. This of course was only the first, short leg of the flight. But by the time we reboarded for the 13-hour leg, Ari and I were so exhausted we both cuddled up and got about 8hrs sleep each after our meal and woke up in time to watch some more Peppa and another film for me! I have flown back and forth to Australia at least 8 times in the past 15 years, and never had I had such a restful flight. So if there’s any parents out there who are dreading getting on a 13 to 24 hour flight with their toddler, rest assured, it’ll probably be the most fun you’ll have on a plane.