So with all of the exciting things going on with Destination Yarn this week (Olympic Yarn! Trunk Shows! Blue Monday Sale!) I have completely forgotten about the fact that in less than 48 hours I’m flying across the country.
With a baby.
I’m taking my annual trip with my mom* to Florida to visit my grandparents (here’s 2006, 2007, & 2008. In 2009 I didn’t go b/c I was WAY pregnant and busy tearing apart my kitchen). So it’s only a 2.5 hour flight… but still… I have no clue as to how any of this is going to work.
I am the opposite of this right now:
The image of relaxation. Yes, he’s on top of a boppy on top of a pillow on the couch.
I don’t want to be the asshole who takes for-ev-er going through security … and I don’t want to be the one with a screaming baby on a plane…
And I have no clue as to how to avoid either of those scenarios.
Any thoughts? Seriously I’m opening myself up to the assvice. Lay it on me. I’ve never done this before.
Don’t worry, mommy. I happy baby.
Until we take off.
* Matt’s not going. Which at first I was all bummed because he’s going to miss her first flight. Her first big travel adventure. SADNESS. But then I realized that I’m flying with an infant and he’s going to be at a beer festival with his guy friends. Completely free of the responsibilities of a baby and a wife for a weekend. And I was all…wait… that sounds pretty nice… and then I remembered that I’m going somewhere that it’s 70 degrees and green while he’s stuck in the 20 degree gray that is Cleveland January. And it all evened out again. Funny how that works.