We just got back from a week in New Brunswick. We visited with my family, a few childhood friends, and took our first overnight away from our little guy. We had such a great time, though it is always so great to be home.
Cohen had his 20th flight, and was mostly really good. On flights we pretty much do anything it takes to keep him happy. Usually that includes pulling out his teddy, giving him snacks like crackers, cookies, and those pouches of fruit puree. We always have our iPad ready with a few of his favorite videos. On one of our last flights we accidentally sky checked our bag with most of our baby gear. We didn't think it would be a big deal, but, um, it was. Jon ended up walking Cohen up and down the aisles. A few strangers started handing Cohen anything they could find including old receipts and boarding passes. The man sitting behind us was working hard to make him laugh with funny faces and peek-a-boos. I love how whenever we have Cohen with us, strangers are so much more likely to smile, say hello, even help us out. People are always grabbing the door for us, picking up a dropped toy, etc. So basically having a kid makes travel 50% harder, but 20% friendlier. I'll take it.