My cousin got married in Houston over President's day weekend. Olivia and I took a trip without Spencer. Which meant that I got the excitement of flying with infant all to myself.
And good times they are! Flying with baby is essentially a 6 hour work day of avoiding the ire of fellow passengers. Olivia did pretty well on the outbound flight, the guy next to me even commented that she was a well behaved baby (which meant a lot, after his audible groan when I first sat next to him.)
The flight back was an entirely different story, a fussy, crying baby for a solid 1.5 (2?) hours before she finally fell asleep. The guy next to me was completely understanding (and very helpful.) It turned out that he had a niece the same age.
The passenger who was probably the most angry with me was the standby passenger whom they booted from the jetway when I arrived at the gate as they were closing the door. I have no idea how I almost missed the flight. We arrived at the airport a solid 1.5 hours before departure time, time gets eaten up getting a baby through the check-in, security, and the pre-flight diaper change.
As for the weekend between the flights, we had a great time. My cousin's wedding was beautiful. Margaret and Jim enjoyed the new laughing and emoting Olivia,and mom and dad enjoyed seeing Olivia without any housework to do or meals to cook.
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