If there is one thing that really doesn’t mesh with jet lag it’s a baby. Whether parenting a baby or being a baby, it’s a whole lot easier to just stay in the same time zone.
It hits us from time to time just how travel with a baby is different. This morning, I couldn’t help but think of the first episode of Breaking Bad when at 2am I looked over at Paul, who was sitting in his underwear, half-awake, cutting grapes into quarters. Given some context, it made total sense: baby, still on Mountain Time, was up for some playtime and breakfast.