Mr O does America (Part 1).

Everyone told me “he will sleep”, it’s 12 hours, he won’t be able to stay awake the whole time. Hahahahahahahaaaaaaa. Good one. 
You’re right, he did sleep, by the time I got him properly asleep enough to be placed in the bassinet and stay asleep it felt like literally seconds later that every single light was turned on again as it was “morning” time in aeroplane world. 

One thing I can say about traveling with a toddler, they can and will charm everyone. So as tired, jet-lagged and frustrated as you are, your kid will make everyone melt a little and everything in the world will seem okay again. 

It took us over 24 hours to properly get into the ‘holiday’ zone. Houston was a good idea in that it allowed us to sleep horizontally, swim in the pool and just catch up a little bit, but it wasn’t part of the fun. 

The fun has begun now. New Orleans you beauty!! If you haven’t been, then add it to your bucket list people! It’s like carnival 365 days a year here, the streets are packed with people, tourists and locals alike. The attire; I don’t even know how to describe it, think up an outfit and you’ll see it out on the street here. Feathers and sequins, face paint and masks, dresses, top hats, activewear, togs, tuxedos. All of it and no one blinks an eye. You could grab a drink and sit for hours just people watching. But why sit when you can grab a drink and wander up the street with it. The French Quarter of New Orleans has some of the most relaxed drinking laws you will come across, as in, you can get your cocktail-to-go and just go! Obviously this is from a predominantly observant perspective due to the fact that we are traveling with a two year old and from 1900 hours we are in bed…BUT if being outside in the evening air as the sun sets with your pickled Bloody Mary sounds like you, then this is the place to come (if you come could you bring a babysitter so that maybe we could come out too?).

Mr O has walked steps (a lot of steps!) along the big old Mississippi River, it’s wide and murky and moves swiftly past with barges and steamboats all day long. He has eaten his hot chippies (more calories pleeease!) while waving his hands to the rhythm of the jazz band in the evening hustle and he’s slurped pho through a straw down an alley while trying to (gently) pat an artists dog as it wandered looking for leftovers (and attempting to ‘help’ sell art). 

We are learning the pace at which he travels best, and the ways to manage things when he starts to get tired. Freedom is key. Freedom to walk, to climb, to touch things and move without confinement and rules. It’s not manageable all of the time, but the more we can allow him to guide the trip the happier we all will be. 

I’m going to sign off with three things we have learnt, partly so that we can look back and remember, and partly so that you can learn it too.

1. All people are buried above ground in New Orleans, their cemeteries are beautiful and tall, due to the fact that the majority of the city is below sea level, no one wants their loved ones in the wet mud, which is fair enough! 

2. If you want a beignet from Cafe Du Monde, you better get up at the crack of dawn to get in that line (lesson for tomorrow morning…).

3. Travel ratio= two adults:one toddler. Help is the BEST. Don’t let me forget this okay? 

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Author: rfclews

I'm just another mum trying to figure all of this out, with the added bonus of getting to start extra early, and well and truly on the back foot!

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