With our families situated in the Midwest & South, flying somewhat regularly is part of our lives. And since the arrival of Baby S, we've had remarkably good luck with her during flights. I can remember her very first flight like it was yesterday... I was so worried about her tender 3 month old ears, but she did great, sleeping nearly the entire stretch to Wisconsin. The real concern became how to breastfeed her on the sly so as not to flash the elderly gentleman sitting beside me, thus causing him to have a heart attack. Note to reader: elderly gentleman was not Husband (he was sitting across the aisle).
This Easter, the little gal & I headed down South to spend some time with my family. The flight from LGA was, in typical fashion, delayed almost 3 hours. Funny how you fully expect something to happen, & yet it's still kind of a shock when it does? She actually did okay, thankfully... we walked up and down the concourse about 85 times, & the only real missteps came when she ran off with a couple bags of popcorn from a snack cart, & I had to go chasing after her to retrieve them. Little thief.