This Friday Melissa will take her 2nd plane trip in her short life. Or more specifically, second set of plane trips. The first was when she was just 2 months old, to visit daddy's family for Christmas. And now we're visiting my side of the family for the 4th of July. I'm looking forward to it, except for the ride there, and the ride coming back. Melissa won't even let me change her diapers without a wrestling battle, so I can't imagine her content for 5 minutes in a boring plane.
I wish planes were more child friendly. It's funny, after you become a mom, you wish everything was more child friendly. Like public restrooms with loud dryers, causing all babies to scream histerically. Now I have to change her in the car always. Thank you, cheap fast food places who can't even buy paper towels for your costumers.
I have to say though, as much as Melissa's new found awareness drives me crazy, it is fun to watch her experience the world for the first time. But I just don't think there will be anything to experience in a tight economy class plane seat. Has anybody traveled with a baby this young? What did you do? Did you die? If so, please tell me!