- TSA security is absurd. George had just fallen asleep and they wouldn't let me push him through the metal detector. I had to get him out, remove his tiny shoes, and in the process wake him up. Infuriating.
- After getting off the first plane (we had a layover), I had one of George's shoes in the diaper bag and one remained on. I believe I had up to six people tell me that I was missing a shoe before I made it 100 ft off the plane. Is there something about a dad with a child that says clueless? Was it the spacey look in my eye? Would people have stopped me if I was a woman? I don't know - but I did think it was interesting.
- Old ladies are great to sit next to. Grandmas or grandma wannabes. They love little boys. George was so fond of the lady sitting next to us, he began stroking her jacket arm from her shoulder down to her wrist. It was really sweet.
- Supplies. Very important to bring a sippy cup. I poured George's apple juice into it and let him put the ice cubes in there as well. He was in hog heaven. It would've been a disaster to have him try to drink out of their cups. The can would've been a slight step up in spill security.
- To the people at United who put me in a middle seat with a child - shame on you!
- To the 5'2" lady who tried to recline her seat into me - shame on you! I'm sure it was frustrating that your seat didn't recline (my knees were there). I'm also sure that you enjoyed George kicking the back of your chair. I didn't feel the need to stop him.
- Had lots of snacks - all the good stuff and felt totally prepared. Was never hungry.
- During the layover I let him completely roam wherever he wanted. I could not have cared less that people had to walk around him. I think this was good so that he didn't have a surplus of energy getting onto our second flight.
Thoughts about flying, people reclining their seat into you, the TSA, dad-inept-stereotypes? Come one come all!