Flying in an airplane with a baby for the first time isn’t as hard as they say. Unless you’re completely paranoid, overly excited and easily stressed out with a defense mechanism that involves cookies.
The Understudy and I accompanied The Wife to Orlando for a work conference. I got really excited for him to capitalize on his first flight as this would obviously advance his social maturity. He would get his wings from the pilot, I would get adoring looks from the hot flight attendants and The Wife would get looks of terror from everyone else as they prayed that they wouldn’t be sitting next to the screaming baby.
In our game planning for the day, I panicked. We have a baby, a stroller, milk in a bottle, a car seat to check and I’m overweight and will NOT be running to catch a plane. Continue reading