Thursday, June 21, 2012
Something New: Flying solo (do)
DO: I've flown with Dear Boy before, but this was the first time without Lovely Husband. I was incredibly nervous. The last series of flights were a bit of a balls-up because I'd badly managed the boy's sleeps and feeds (and forgotten the Baby Bjorn) so this time I was determined to do better.
And I did. He did. We did.
He babbled and burbled at the gate, was a little squealy when we boarded and I had to man-handle him and my two carry-on bags and arrange us in our seats, but then he fell asleep on take-off as we bumped and rattled and roared our way down the runway. He woke after half an hour and watched the world go by out the window.