Monday, May 16, 2011

Fly Baby

Brigid on the drive to the airport on Sunday:

Brigid on the tram in the airport from our gate to the baggage claim area:

Notice how there are no pictures of Brigid actually on the plane? That would be because I was too busy reading/singing/foot rubbing/M&M shoving to take any. And when I wasn't doing that, I was trying to prevent B from kicking the seat in front of her, without it all devolving into yet another screaming fit. I am tired.

And I am not getting on another plane with that kid for a very, very, very long time. It's going to take me some time to forget this one, that's for sure.


  1. Ohhh, you sound like me after the few flights I've taken with our gal, especially with the seat-kicking. I bought snacks for the people in front of us because I felt so bad for her behavior.

  2. Oooh, I did not want to hear that. I have to fly, by myself, with the toddler this summer. I am afraid...

  3. Hahhaha. That's totally going to be P this summer when we go to Boston. I can guarantee it.


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