We just returned home from New York City. Little Buddy did great. As expected, the plane ride was the most difficult part–the poor thing was restless and wanted to crawl. Thankfully, each flight was less than two hours, although on the way home, we sat on the runway for an hour before it was our turn to take off. That was rough.
When we disembarked in the Big Apple, I told Mr. Handsome that although Little Buddy was squirmy, it could have a whole lot worse–Little Buddy didn’t scream, which was a huge blessing.
On both flights, we had our own row of three seats, which was wonderful. We flew Southwest, an airline with no assigned seats, and were able to board after the frequent flyers but before the majority of the passengers. The flights weren’t quite full, and no one sat down next to us. I’m pretty sure they would have rather had any other seat on the plane than the window seat next to us. They probably would have rather sat in the bathroom than next to a young couple with a squirmy baby. And we were completely fine to have everyone avoid us. The extra room made the flight much more enjoyable for us and Little Buddy.
On the way home, we tried to get him to sleep but were unsuccessful, even though he was very tired.
When we were about to land, I put him in the baby carrier to keep him safe in the event of a crash landing. And you know what? The minute we hit the ground, he was out. Everyone around us laughed when they saw him, his head cocked to the side and fast asleep.
Do you have any funny travel stories to share?