Up, Up, Up and Down, Down, Down

Tomorrow I get to visit home! I am very excited about my visit, but starting to stress about the flight. I am flying alone with James, which I have done before a few times, but it is like the first time everytime. He has done well, for the most part, every time we have flown (thank you, Benadryl) but I just worry that this time will be the first time he a) has a really horrible diaper on the plane (where do you change diapers on airplanes??) b) has a really bad temper tantrum, or c) gets motion sickness (because you know with kids it is in the form of "projectile").

I try to come armed with everything I think I will need that meets airline standards, won't roll to the back of the plane when dropped sixty-three times and will not make noise. This is a pretty hard task. This rules out large bottles of benadryl (don't worry I have a small one), crayons, trains (his favorite!) and pretty much any toy that he gives more than a few minutes of his attention. Thank goodness for the Ipod. I have a few kids shows downloaded to my Ipod so he gets to watch a few things that no one else has to hear. He looks too cute with the little earplugs in. Like a little prodigy (which he is, right??) :-) After he's tired of that, I fill him up with snacks (if you see crumbs in your seat, know I was there) and then he pushes the window up and down and the same with the tray table and by then its usually time to land. If I time the Benadryl just right, I might get lucky enough for naptime to take place during one of the two flights.

I always feel when I'm walking through the plane that the looks I'm getting are to say "Oh boy, I hope the two year old doesn't sit next to me." Somehow though, I always end up near a really nice older woman who has a cookie in her purse or a little toy frog that surpasses his interest in my fancy Ipod.

The sercurity clearance is so stressful too. The people that work this area just make me nervous and I always feel rushed by other passengers who only have one little bag and slip-on shoes. Then you have me with a purse, book bag, child, stroller and our two pairs of shoes. Sad that even the child has to take his shoes off, but I don't question those people! Then once we get through, we have to put it all back together and still make it to my gate on time.

I think this time he understands what I mean when I say we are going on a plane. I asked him this morning where we are going tomorrow and he said "On plane to see grandmas, up up up and down down down." My little seasoned traveler! :-)

Wish me luck!