I'm happy to report that Sam and I survived our flight. Overall, he did a great job!
Grandma Barb sat and had breakfast with us after we were checked in so I didn't have to sit at our gate for too long. We only waited about 45 minutes before boarding. I made my way down the aisle with Sam stumbling in front of me. I was hitting each seat with the car seat and dragging my bag behind me. There was a man sitting in the aisle seat of our row. "Hi!" I said to him brightly. "I bet we are your worst nightmare!" He simply smiled politely and moved so we could get in.
I had really hoped that Sam would sleep on the flight, as it was right at his naptime. He was really tired but there was just too much happening to sleep. For the most part, he just hung out. He played with his little toys and looked out the window. When our drinks came, our seatmate pulled out a chocolate-covered granola bar. It caught Sam's eye and Sam watched him eat every bite of it. "Cookie." Sam said without emotion. "Cookie. Cookie. Cookie." The man looked pretty uncomfortable as he finished it.
After landing, Sam and I had to wait by the door of the airplane for our stroller to be brought up. It was very small and between Sam, the carseat, the bag, and myself, we managed to get in the way of every person getting off. Finally, our stroller appeared and I had to wrestle the carseat onto its back. (Keep in mind this took me several minutes earlier that morning, with Grandma Barb's help.) Sam was dancing around and I saw one woman stumble and almost fall when he got in her way.
Once I got the carseat attached and Sam strapped in, I started out only to realize one of the rear brakes was on. A flight attendant standing next to me tried to help. I reached out with my foot and unlocked the brake just as he helpfully kicked the other brake on. At that point another passenger said to me, "Do you need help?" I thanked him but told him honestly that the worst was behind me. At that point I didn't even care if our luggage arrived - we were off the plane and on our way!
Our luggage DID arrive, and we made it home with no further incident. We spent all afternoon playing with our toys - Sam with his train table and me with my TiVo.
It is good to be home!
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I'm happy you arrived home safely but we really miss you! The house is too quiet and Grandpa and I have been pretty bored without Sam around to liven things up.
Welcome home! It sounds like you and Sam had a great time but I'm sure your glad to be home!
Sounds like you had a great trip!
Reading this post though...I had to comment. It can be SO tricky flying by yourself with kids, huh?!? I had one horrible flight like that: 2 sleepy kids, a layover in Detroit, the carseat, bags, camera, etc, and the stroller didn't get temporarily stowed like we'd wanted but checked!
I shudder just remembering that day.
Welcome back!! Glad to hear you two made it home OK. Now you need a vacation from your vacation, right?
Can't wait to see you two!
Hope we get to see you soon!!! We missed you two!
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