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This past weekend, Bobby & I flew by ourselves to New York City for a reunion of my best friends from high school. Needless to say, I was a little daunted by the idea of flying solo with Bobby, but it went really smoothly. People are really helpful when you're the only adult with a baby. They let us use the "elite" line at security. At first I felt badly for the business travelers who got stuck behind us, but they I realized that by the time a business traveler takes off shoes, cell phone, etc and hauls the laptop out of the briefcase, it's not much worse than me putting the car seat, stroller and diaper bag through the x-ray. And on the way back, the TSA guy who was loading stuff through the conveyor asked if there was anyone else traveling with me. On hearing it was just me and Bobby, he called through to the security guy on the other end of the conveyor and told him to help me. Alas, that guy was foiled by our stroller and I had to do it myself, but the thought was really nice. And at the boarding gate, several frequent flyers (who get to board first) ushered me ahead of them (but then I was stopped by the gate agent who said "we're not boarding families yet." Whatever).
We also lucked out by getting the bulkhead seat on the flight, and by sitting next to a really nice couple from Kirkland who have a 2 1/2 year old (not traveling with them) and were very understanding. Bobby entertained himself by flirting with the entire plane -- people from seats way behind us actually came up to say hi and were rewarded with big smiles. As much as I appreciated our seatmates on the way out, I was even more grateful on the way home. It was a 5:30 flight -- departure was delayed, Bobby was hungry and tired, and we seemingly waited forever for boarding. Bobby worked himself up to a small fit. I was already pretty tired and dreading the idea of a fussy baby for 5 hours and being seated next to some tired business traveler with no tolerance for babies. Once we boarded, Bobby did pretty well but I just kept waiting for someone to approach, take one look at mother with child, and grimace. Finally the last two passengers boarded -- I looked up, and it was the same couple from the flight out. All at once my mood improved considerably. Bobby, of course, was an almost perfect traveler for the whole flight -- slept, ate, played and slept again. Almost no fussing, until the mean captain came over the PA to announce we'd landed and woke him up.
Anyway, enough about the flights. We had a wonderful time in New York! Bobby got to hang out with Grammy, Pop-Pop and Great-Aunt Bobbie. He rode the carousel in Bryant Park several times, and got taken for walks all over midtown. Meanwhile, I had a long overdue reunion with Karen, Margit & Lisa. We walked, shopped, ate, talked, gossiped -- and had drinks at the Rainbow Room.
In other news, Bobby has actually rolled over twice now -- both last week. The first time was a surprise to us both -- one second he was on his tummy, stretching and wriggling, and the next second he was on his back. Since then, he's clearly been trying to figure out how he did it. He's managed to repeat it once, but not since then. It's really fun to watch him try to figure it out. I also realized by watching my parents play with him that he's starting to recognize patterns and anticipate -- for example, if I repeatedly bring his toy bee up to kiss his nose with a buzzing sound, after the first few times he starts to look for it and cracks up when it gets there.
Mom
This past weekend, Bobby & I flew by ourselves to New York City for a reunion of my best friends from high school. Needless to say, I was a little daunted by the idea of flying solo with Bobby, but it went really smoothly. People are really helpful when you're the only adult with a baby. They let us use the "elite" line at security. At first I felt badly for the business travelers who got stuck behind us, but they I realized that by the time a business traveler takes off shoes, cell phone, etc and hauls the laptop out of the briefcase, it's not much worse than me putting the car seat, stroller and diaper bag through the x-ray. And on the way back, the TSA guy who was loading stuff through the conveyor asked if there was anyone else traveling with me. On hearing it was just me and Bobby, he called through to the security guy on the other end of the conveyor and told him to help me. Alas, that guy was foiled by our stroller and I had to do it myself, but the thought was really nice. And at the boarding gate, several frequent flyers (who get to board first) ushered me ahead of them (but then I was stopped by the gate agent who said "we're not boarding families yet." Whatever).
We also lucked out by getting the bulkhead seat on the flight, and by sitting next to a really nice couple from Kirkland who have a 2 1/2 year old (not traveling with them) and were very understanding. Bobby entertained himself by flirting with the entire plane -- people from seats way behind us actually came up to say hi and were rewarded with big smiles. As much as I appreciated our seatmates on the way out, I was even more grateful on the way home. It was a 5:30 flight -- departure was delayed, Bobby was hungry and tired, and we seemingly waited forever for boarding. Bobby worked himself up to a small fit. I was already pretty tired and dreading the idea of a fussy baby for 5 hours and being seated next to some tired business traveler with no tolerance for babies. Once we boarded, Bobby did pretty well but I just kept waiting for someone to approach, take one look at mother with child, and grimace. Finally the last two passengers boarded -- I looked up, and it was the same couple from the flight out. All at once my mood improved considerably. Bobby, of course, was an almost perfect traveler for the whole flight -- slept, ate, played and slept again. Almost no fussing, until the mean captain came over the PA to announce we'd landed and woke him up.
Anyway, enough about the flights. We had a wonderful time in New York! Bobby got to hang out with Grammy, Pop-Pop and Great-Aunt Bobbie. He rode the carousel in Bryant Park several times, and got taken for walks all over midtown. Meanwhile, I had a long overdue reunion with Karen, Margit & Lisa. We walked, shopped, ate, talked, gossiped -- and had drinks at the Rainbow Room.
In other news, Bobby has actually rolled over twice now -- both last week. The first time was a surprise to us both -- one second he was on his tummy, stretching and wriggling, and the next second he was on his back. Since then, he's clearly been trying to figure out how he did it. He's managed to repeat it once, but not since then. It's really fun to watch him try to figure it out. I also realized by watching my parents play with him that he's starting to recognize patterns and anticipate -- for example, if I repeatedly bring his toy bee up to kiss his nose with a buzzing sound, after the first few times he starts to look for it and cracks up when it gets there.
Mom
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