...Clara and I flew to Cleveland this weekend for a wedding.
The pilot was pretty agreeable when I threw her on his lap and said, "Smile!" I'm surprised I didn't have TSA chasing after me.
Ken and Charlie drove to Cleveland. Clara still doesn't love the car and I'm all about the, "Divide and conquer" method of parenting. I am also all about, "Infants fly free."
(I love the sunlight shining through her ears. ha!)
The flight there was easy because she had her own seat next to me. She ate 487 Mum Mums, her weight in goldfish, and a cup from the stewardess. Yeah, plastic!
The trip back was not as easy but overall she was a trooper. We both only cried for a total of about five minutes.
I walked away from the whole experience with generally one thought. If you ever see someone with an infant alone in an airport, offer to help them. 9 times out of 10, they will say, "No, thankyousoverymuch." 1 time out of 10 they will say, "Yes, can you help me figure out how to get my 5x4 stroller in the 4x4 x-ray machine?" 10 times out of 10 they will think to themselves, "There really are still good people in the world."