Take it how you will, but that pretty much sums up my sweet boy on BOTH the flights from Salt Lake to New York last Wednesday. He was just delightful the entire time!!! We left Salt lake just before 11:00 Wednesday morning and had about a two and a half hour flight to Chicago. Logan kept himself busy unwrapping and playing with all of his new toys for the first two-ish hours. Then he had a snack and we read some books and he even made friends with the guy in the seat next to us. But then on our descent into Chicago, he flipped out. I think his ears just started hurting him too much (I know mine were!) and he started bawling. So I grabbed a blanket and nursed him for about 5 minutes...at which point he fell asleep. And was dead to the world through the landing, the deplaning, a quick bathroom stop, and our journey from terminal B to terminal F of O'Hare. Then we spent the next two hours exploring the airport and getting our wiggles out before our last hour and a half to Rochester.
We were supposed to leave Chicago at 4:50, but our flight crew hadn't arrived from their other plane and we just kept waiting. I was starting to get slightly annoyed when it hit 5:20 and they still weren't there, until a tiny miracle occurred. Logan had the NASTIEST diaper in the world at about 5:28. That would have originally put us on the plane somewhere over Lake Michigan, I think. But, since the crew took forever, I had the opportunity to change him on a changing table in a full-sized bathroom with a proper waste receptacle. Hooray!
So once we were in the plane and on our way through the wild blue yonder, Logan was again on his very best behavior. He was so charming, in fact, that he had the two suited business men behind us playing peek-a-boo for about 20 minutes. Plus the nice lady in the seat next to us was like putty in his chubby little hands. He showed off all of his tricks and even sat on her lap for a while so I could enjoy my diet Coke with no interruptions.
So all in all, my first flying-solo-with-a-baby experience was wonderful. We'll see what happens on the way back to Utah in a few weeks, but for now the consensus is it's actually not bad at all!
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Sarah, I'm such a jerk for not calling yet! We are going to the pageant Wednesday night with our ward, but would still love to meet up with you there! James will be at home with a babysitter and we leave Thursday afternoon for a trip to NJ. Will you be in our area any other time? Maybe we could meet up at a park or you could come to JJ's birthday party Thursday morning. This is long. I'll try to turn on my brain and remember to call you!
Agh, you suck. No, Logan sucks. I sure wish Logan could have taught James how to be wonderful on an airplane before we left. Oh well. Good job Logan. Sometimes I wish I had that secret weapon still...the boob.
Yeah! I'm glad he was so good!
Hilarious! I love your writing style. And Logan's as sweet on the plane as he is cute- I'm so glad! My ears used to pop a lot when I was little so my dad always gave me gum and pop. That worked, 'course I wasn't as little as he is now.
Lucky you! Enjoy it while it lasts!
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