Monday, July 11, 2011

Plane ride

This past week we took our first flight with Carson. It is impossible for me to describe the anxiety I felt about this.

I've always been the guy feeling sorry for the parents of the baby who won't shut up during the flight. I can clearly remember looking at some of those parents and seeing the jealousy in their eyes. I was the traveler without a care in the world. The guy who would just grab the skymall magazine or a book I just bought in the bookstore and enjoy my 3 hour flight without a care in the world.

So in the week leading up to the flight Amanda and I started planning for all scenarios. We bought Goldfish, Teddy Grahams, Crackers, Fig Newtons, Fruit Cups, etc. Basically anything food related that he has shown the slightest interest in.

We packed 42 different books because you never know what book might be his book of the day. For instance, right now he likes a book of animals but only likes the page that has the picture of the elephant so he can make the elephant noise he recently learned.

We downloaded episodes of Barney and Sesame Street to our iPads even though Carson has never shown any interest in TV.

So what happens? Well, we get to the airport and through security without a hitch. We wait for our plane to board without incident (other than Carson grabbing and pulling down the front of Amanda's shirt so she was flashing a group of military guys) and board without any issues. We get on the plane and the second we take off Carson falls asleep. He doesn't even give us the chance to entertain him in any form.

What a letdown.

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