I remember the first vacation we took with my daughter. She was 15 months old, walking and climbing with no capacity to sit still. She also had no teeth yet and no interest in mushy baby food.
I wondered how I would get through a nearly five-hour plane ride to Mexico with her squirming on my lap and I worried about how I easily I would find food that I trusted that she would eat. I packed my suitcase with cereal bars, Cheerios and microwaveable mac & cheese while my husband rolled his eyes at me.