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This looks great -- perfect for travel with my 18 month old!

oh oh oh I have been researching travel strollers for weeks and so far this is the best looking and most versatile!  The older versions of the Sit n Stroll seem to ride very low on the floor.  The only other option I like was the GoGo travelmate (www.gogobabyz.com).  

We are traveling this winter to Latin America and I want one!

I'm a seasoned traveler, as is my husband, but neither of us were prepared for the circle of Hell that was our last trip to Seattle to visit our in-laws. Buggle was 3 months old and had developed a sweet gummy smile.

The trip there was lovely. Buggle charmed everyone and obediently nursed on takeoff and touchdown; she weathered the layovers with ease. She delighted the in-laws. On day 4 of a 10-day trip, however, I got hit with a Christmas flu. It was bad; it was technicolor, undescribably awful. I had a fever of 103 (which ebbed and flowed) for the duration of the visit. I couldn't eat and couldn't drink, which meant Buggle had nothing to eat or drink, and was rather angry about it. My MIL took it upon herself to give me a hearty helping of passive aggression and to give Buggle formula, which ended up being a lifesaver, but made me cry a lot.

The return trip was...hard. I was popping Tylenol they way the ads tell you not to, just to prevent fever spikes. The Buggle was expressing her exhaustion to anyone who would listen. My poor weary husband was just trying to keep us together. We arrived at our home airport at 11PM and an old woman came up to me, as I'm wobbling, sweating, and wearing a shouting Buggle in a front carrier, and says "Mommy, I'm hungry! That's what your little angel is telling you. You should do something about that." And then, I'm afraid, I committed geriatricide right there in the airport. No. I didn't. But oh my, how I wanted to. The End.

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Ooooohhhhh! How awesome. My husband and I are about to embark on our first flight with our 7 month old from SF to Boston for Turkey day. this looks like it could make life a whole lot easier.

This isn't a horror story, but it is how my son delayed a plane by 15 minutes without even waking up:)

During our first trip with our son, we were flying from a small airport to a major hub and had been sitting on the runway for about 15 minutes after leaving the terminal. This was a little odd since it is a small airport with no waits for runways. I looked up briefly as the flight attendant walked by and it seemed she was counting the passengers again, as she had done 15 minutes before as we pulled away from the terminal. I thought she only counted me (I was sitting next to my son), but wasn't really paying attention and didn't know what/why she was counting so let it be as I didn't want to mess up her count. On her way back to the front of the plane I overheard someone up ahead ask what the delay was about. She said they couldn't reconcile the count at the gate with the people on the plane. About 1 minute later she counts again and when she gets to us I pay attention and she clearly doesn't count my son. This time I stopped her and told her we paid for his seat.

A look of horror: "Uh...Oh, that's it." Without saying thank you or apologizing to anyone, she stops her count goes back up front and picks up the phone. Apparently she just assumed (even AFTER 15 minutes of trying to figure out a passenger count) that he was let on for free.

One would think we would take off almost immediately now that they realized their error in not counting the baby. However it took about another 5 minutes for the "computer" to be ready. Anyway, in the end we were only about 15 minutes late in to the hub city but there were some people running to connections because of this.

We flew from Chicago to LA when my oldest son was 19 months old.  I booked the trip for nap-time foolishly thinking he'd sleep.  No dice.  He not only refused to sleep, but he was really unhappy about it.  Add to that the fun of changing a poopy diaper with the baby standing in the airplane bathroom.  But we made it there with no major trauma.  

Unfortunately, while we were there, he developed bronchitis.  2 days before we had to fly home.  Still no napping, and an even more unhappy baby.  My husband held him and walked with him by the bathrooms for about half the trip.  I spent the other half hunched over his seat singing the same 4 lines of his favorite song over and over and over.  The best part?  The guy in front of me shooting me dirty looks, while the whole time he had his seat so far back he was almost in my lap.  I kept wishing my son could work up just one good projectile puke!  Would have made the whole thing worth it!

I am a soon to be mommy with absolutely no family in the state we live in. This would be so helpful for those trips we anticipate taking to see Aunts, Grandmas and Grandpas who are spread from California, to Florida to New Jersey and Oregon! Whew!

After a few trips home to Australia from NJ, I thought I had the 'whole flying 20 hours with a baby' down.  However our last trip nearly a year ago was HORRIBLE.  Every time I got her to sleep, she would wake up less than an hour later, then I would spend another hour putting her back to sleep, much to the angst of my fellow passengers, they themselves trying to sleep through the VERY long plane ride.  

At times I thought entertaining her would be a better option, or feeding her, but alas, neither of these things kept her quiet either.  When we finally touched down I am sure our fellow passengers were very happy to see the end of us (including Barbara Walters who flew down to interview Terry Irwin after the death of Steve.)  Once we collected our bags, my family were waiting on the other side of customs, it was all I could do to pass her off and walk out to the car.  It makes me want to cry just thinking about it.

Anyway we are heading back home for Christmas this year (1st time home for Chrissy in 6 years), this time with an 8 month old and a 2.5 year old.  And while I can carry the baby, strapping the toddler in would be VERY wise.  Thus this stroller would come in VERY handy.  Either way I am sure this will be a trip to remember.

wow my story is boring, but we don't travel a lot other than a few hours by car to my folk's summer cabin.  Which only has a standup shower, no bathtub.  Not such a big deal when Abby was small enough to bathe in the kitchen sink, but it's a pretty small sink and she's a pretty big girl.  Let's just say that 18 month old girls are not a fan of getting sprayed with a handlheld shower.  yikes.  

When my daughter was 3 months old we traveled across the country to be in a wedding. She was an absolute angel on the flight. She nursed once we were in the air and she was a dream baby. Until the blow out. She was sound asleep in her carseat in her own seat until the entire portion of the plane we were sitting on were presented with a whiff of an extremely dirty diaper. Being the good mom I thought I was I scooped her up to change her not realizing it had not all stayed within the diaper. The last hour and a half on the plane we were all treated to a stinky carseat that was impossible to clean up with just babywipes. The other passengers were extremely nice but I was mortified.

My worst air travel experience was before my little munchkin arrived.  We took our first cruise a while ago (we were heading to the Mediterranean) and we opted to book the flights ourselves to save money.  The cheapest option had us flying into Amsterdam before arriving at our destination of Barcelona where the cruise was to depart.  We figured an hour was plenty of time to make our connecting flight. We obviously were not seasoned travelers!  Our transatlantic flight was delayed, the gate where our connecting flight was supposed to depart from changed at the last minute, we don't speak dutch, you get the drift.  After claiming our baggage, checking in, and going through security we RUN to catch our flight.  We don't even know if they were calling us because it was so chaotic.  We barely make our flight only to arrive in Barcelona without luggage (of course!).  Unfortunately we didn't have a change of clothes (not even a toothbrush!).  Well, we have to stand on a HUGE line to put in a claim for our lost luggage.  Well, there was 1 (yes 1) person manually dealing with this.  We were supposed to spend the day in Barcelona before the ship was to leave.  We obviously didn't do that.  We spent the entire day at the airport, barely made the cruise, and had to spend the entire night and day after in our same clothes.  It didn't make for a fun first-time cruise experience.  Our luggage finally made it at the next port but it was by far the worst travel experience of my life!  We did end up going back to Barcelona on another trip but it was so sad at the time to miss out on an entire city.  We learned many lessons from that travel experience (like allow MORE time, pack an extra pair of clothes and essential toiletries, learn another language! : )

My worst air travel experience was before my little munchkin arrived.  We took our first cruise a while ago (we were heading to the Mediterranean) and we opted to book the flights ourselves to save money.  The cheapest option had us flying into Amsterdam before arriving at our destination of Barcelona where the cruise was to depart.  We figured an hour was plenty of time to make our connecting flight. We obviously were not seasoned travelers!  Our transatlantic flight was delayed, the gate where our connecting flight was supposed to depart from changed at the last minute, we don't speak dutch, you get the drift.  After claiming our baggage, checking in, and going through security we RUN to catch our flight.  We don't even know if they were calling us because it was so chaotic.  We barely make our flight only to arrive in Barcelona without luggage (of course!).  Unfortunately we didn't have a change of clothes (not even a toothbrush!).  Well, we have to stand on a HUGE line to put in a claim for our lost luggage.  Well, there was 1 (yes 1) person manually dealing with this.  We were supposed to spend the day in Barcelona before the ship was to leave.  We obviously didn't do that.  We spent the entire day at the airport, barely made the cruise, and had to spend the entire night and day after in our same clothes.  It didn't make for a fun first-time cruise experience.  Our luggage finally made it at the next port but it was by far the worst travel experience of my life!  We did end up going back to Barcelona on another trip but it was so sad at the time to miss out on an entire city.  We learned many lessons from that travel experience (like allow MORE time, pack an extra pair of clothes and essential toiletries, learn another language! : )

We were getting ready to land in Atlanta.  We were almost on the ground when all of a sudden the plane jerked and rolled and began a steep ascent.  There was another plane still on the runway.  It had just landed right before us and had not left the runway yet.  We landed safely a little while later.  

Two travel horror stories:

1) We traveled to Barbados over Christmas in 2005 to visit the in-laws and attend a family wedding while I was 6 months pregnant.  My parents had advised us to get a non-stop flight, but the additional $400-$600 it would have cost was just more than we could handle right then.  Knowing how awful Miami airport is on a good day, we booked a flight connecting through Atlanta, thinking we’d avoid the worst of the nonsense.  No such luck:  things started going wrong before we even woke up for our 4:30 a.m. shuttle to the airport.  Our first flight (out of Dulles) was cancelled, but we got no phone call warning of that, and there was no announcement in the terminal about that when we arrived; we only found out by chatting with the woman in line ahead of us.  So, hubby gets on one phone, and I’m on my cell, frantically trying to re-book, while we’re in the airport.  The customer “service” (and I use that term in the loosest possible sense) rep I got through to tells me that everything’s booked and they can’t get me out until Sat. morning (this was Thursday, wedding was scheduled for Sat. a.m.).   Needless to say, I proceeded to have a VERY LOUD, hormone-fueled meltdown, with hubby cringing with embarrassment as the entire terminal turned to watch/listen to me scream at the rep on the phone … when, suddenly, there was an available flight leaving within the hour, from National.  I commandeered a taxi that was dropping folks off, and we got to National within 30 minutes, checked in … only to find the flight was delayed, due to weather in Atlanta.  No biggie; if the delay was caused by weather in Atlanta, our flight from Atlanta to Barbados would be delayed too, right?  WRONG.  As we were landing in Atlanta, our connecting flight – the only one on that carrier that day – was taking off.  So, back in line to re-book, AGAIN:  and the only flight we can get on is on another carrier, connecting through … you guessed it, Miami.  

We sit down to eat, call our relatives in Barbados to let them know our arrival has been delayed, and wait the 3 hours before our next flight is scheduled to leave.  A gentleman approaches us in the lounge area and asks, amused, “Didn’t I see you in Dulles airport this morning at 6 a.m., with the cancelled flight?”  (Yes, I was mortified.)  

ANYWAY, the time passes, we head to the gate, get on the plane … and sit.  And sit.  And sit some more.  We’re supposed to have an hour and a half in Miami between flights, plenty of time to make a connection, but the flight to Miami was delayed due to equipment problems.  We watched other passengers get off in disgust, knowing they’re not going to make their connections, but we thought we’d still have an hour to do it, so we stayed on.  Turns out, not so much:  we arrived in Miami’s domestic terminal with only 30 minutes to (a) get hubby’s boarding pass, which would not print out in Atlanta for some reason; (b) make it over to the international terminal – with no moving walkways to speed you along, and no one in sight with a cart for special needs passengers; and (c) clear security again in the international terminal, then race down to the gate for the flight.  I literally had to run through the airport – 6 months pregnant and already nearly 40 lbs. heavier than before the pregnancy – while hubby managed the carry-on bags; they were calling our names at the gate counter when I got within sight of it, and I was so out of breath and exhausted that all I could do was wave my passport.  We were the last 2 passengers to get on the flight, and I sat down in my seat and promptly burst into tears from the stress.  Hubby was seated several rows away, and got kicked in the back the entire flight by the 5-year-old sitting behind him.  About 20 minutes into the flight, it dawned on me that there was no way our luggage had made the connection that we’d just barely made … and, of course, it did not.  We arrived in Barbados at 10:30 at night, having left home at 4:30 that morning, with no luggage … and hubby ended up wearing jeans to the wedding, because his bag still hadn’t turned up by then.  

2) We took our little angel down to Barbados in April 2007 to see her paternal grandparents for the first time.  Having learned our lesson from Christmas 2005, we booked a non-stop flight out of NY (as there are no non-stops to Barbados in the DC area).  Z was just a year old, but we bought a seat for her anyway, thinking that having her car seat there would make the trip a little less scary for her.  Ah, theories.  If only they’d pan out every now and then.  She absolutely refused to stay in the car seat, so she rode in Daddy’s lap most of the flight down.  Not great, but not awful.  Of course, the flight home was a completely different circle of Hell:  because she was simultaneously overtired and overstimulated, she screamed inconsolably for the entire first HOUR AND A HALF of the flight.  The usually completely inattentive Air Jamaica flight crew just couldn’t give us enough attention that day.  They kept coming over to offer suggestions, all of which we knew were to no avail:  she wasn’t going to be o.k. until she fell asleep.  (Which she finally did, mercifully, but we were not terribly popular on that flight.)  Hubby threatened to never fly with her again before she turned 5, but we survived a flight to California last month without any major drama (though there should be a law REQUIRING changing tables in at least one bathroom on EVERY airplane – changing a toddler’s poopy diaper as she’s hanging off the top of the toilet seat is not for the faint of heart).